Stranded, forgotten
There…left for dead.
Wondering what happened
So easily misled.

Ripe for affection
Young and naive
Beguiled by a charmer
What’s that up her sleeve?

Led to the garden
Overcome and consumed
Constant affection
So carefully groomed.

The wanting, the craving
Like nothing before
A captive , a prisoner
Begging for more.

Abruptly, no warning
The wind from your sails
You’re flailing …uncertain
Your train’s been derailed.

The costumes, the makeup
The perfume, the mask
Who knew we were playing
You saved me for last.


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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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