That Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

I thought I knew him once
All dressed up in his cottony wool clothing
I never saw his claws nor his sharp fangs
At least not until he bit me
Then it was only the pain that allowed me to step back and see the truth behind the disguise
And yet I didn't learn, not that time nor the next
Years have passed and he still manages to catch me off guard
To take my breath and replace it with his own
Choking me into a deeper walking sleep as if I were slowly suffocating by poisonous gas
He gets me every time with his beckoning eyes and sinful grin
Always making me forget myself and give into his every desire
Teasing and taunting me and laughing behind my back
So sure I would never know it was him making me feel this way
Causing me this endless hurt
But I am starting to know better
I am starting to recognize my old friend
Even now as he strengthens his hold around my neck
Yeah that's him
My old buddy they call Love

© 2001 Niquenya D. Fulbright

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