Love to be loved

My attempt at poetry... again.


3. mrs. Greif

her dwelling presence

like the omnipresent sun

the nasty comments

she makes just for the fun


She infiltrates me

the eclipse of emotions

no cure for me

just dark filthy notions


horrible secrets

she unveiled to my mind 

whispers remarks

up they lined.


She's waiting to pounce

she lusts for salty fat tears

killing my soul

over the years


She's sadness and pain

shes jealousy and mourning


 hear my warning

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