Vivacious Grief.

Grief is

a sly

son of a gun

sneaking into

my heart

like a thief

in the night

he robs me

grief is

a handsome devil

with sweet talking

promises

he can never

fufill

grief is

the best player

of his own game

tossing my

heart

around

like it ain’t

made of glass

grief is

a goddamn

hell of a guy

never leaving

my side

grief is

grief

but at least

he dances

with me.

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