| *a poem* A female deity dealing in sexual promiscuity Wanting everyone to want her... She's an attention whore that I just can't help but adore I want her more Knowing they worship her, she needs this collection Her mindless puppet army whose strings are her protection Deep inside is a void that she desperatly wants filled She crams them all in yet the emptiness is not killed And I wonder what she gathers them for, when I want her more She keeps them near, fears they might disappear Her motives unclear, is their devotion sincere Will they love and respect her the way that I do Would they stick around if they knew That my feelings for her surpass comprehension The reasons I care, to numerous to mention I need her as much as she needs the others Would do anything to replace all of her lovers So I will endure, give her time to explore... Some day she might find that I want her more |