Day Twenty-Six of NaPoWriMo:
You confessed your love to me and I thought it was sweet,
something I'll hold dearly. However I lost you at your plea
when you compared our love and our bond to measly old flea.
If I mean as much to you as you say couldn't you have told me
in any other way? I mean our love can be symbolized in other ways
anything and everything but you chose a bug that feeds off decay.
I guess not all men are good at words and wooing women.
Your crack to convince me into bed could use more effort
I'm a woman of virtue and I know I deserve better.
So I guess if it has to be between my virtue and you
I'd easily choose my purity over a measly old flea
I'd rather be alone or with someone who just wants me.
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