By Lady Jira

Bulimic beauty looks at you
With cruelty in her eyes
You're delighted, anyway
That's not a big surprise

Desperate for attention, though
You walk into her lies
This is not a show of love
You have to realize

There is no warmth within her touch
You'll hunger evermore
A need in you she'll never sate
Though your lips implore

Empty heart and empty hands
Is what you have to show
A love that helps the soul to heal
Is one she'll never know

My advice I give to you
Is find a love you know is true
Leave behind that beautiful shell
To live in her own personal hell



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