Bird of prey

She is a wild

Bird of prey,

Dangerous to your heart

This is true to say,

She flies on wings so wide

You can see the predator in her eyes,

She seeks out the love

That you may have within,

And she swoops and then begins

To harvest and start draining,

Every ounce from your heart

This bird of prey will rip it apart,

Not because she doesn’t love back

But because she’s desperate to gain what she lacks,

That desire, that warmth that lust

All the bird of prey leaves behind is dust,

Which will then disappear in single sudden gust.