She’s a restless current, a storm in her veins,
Her body a vessel for temporary pains.
She seeks solace in strangers, a comfort in lust,
And leaves a wreckage of broken dreams and unfulfilled trust.
You fell for her fire, her unbridled grace,
Her passion a whirlwind that consumed every space.
But you wanted a garden, a quiet retreat,
While she sought a battlefield, forever incomplete.
She’ll give you her touch, but never her heart,
A fleeting connection that tears you apart.
She’ll lie in your arms, then wake with a need,
For a different stranger to plant a different seed.
You offer your love like a gentle rain,
To quench a thirst that only brings more pain.
You think you can save her, you think you can tame,
The wildfire that dances within her own name.
But she’s a wild creature, untamed and unbound,
Who seeks fleeting moments on unhallowed ground.
So turn and walk away, though your heart will break,
For a love with no anchor is a love you can’t make.
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