Poem By maya crisol

I tried to be a true one for you...
but like the turle and the scorpion
you played the second and stung me not once
But many times and watched while i was dying
Still i spent my last breath to get you across
But as if that wasn't enough for you...
You lured me again to get you to another point
And even as i was dying...i did it for you...
And naturally you stung me again for the last time.

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