Fleeting Hope

 

All she was,

was false.

A deceiver.

A wolf

in sheep's clothing.

Draped in sin,

dressed in fake bling

but with a flash

of that wicked grin,

she drew them all in.

 

Led them down

the garden path.

All she had to do

was fake a smile,

get them to splash

their hard earned cash,

then she would run a mile.

 

She knew what

she wanted

and how to get it.

Men were

easy to trick,

they only ever

think with their

Quick! 

She thought,

I've got the dough.

Now I just need to

get out of town,

away we go.

 

Hope was fleeting,

fleeing.

she had the spoils.

Her heart was beating,

pacing, pounding, racing.

She left 

in the time

it took 

to hear

the sirens gaining.

 

 

 

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