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The Nymph
She was a beauty
Hair like silk.
She was colored gold,
Skin white as milk.
I saw her in my mind,
Felt her in my arms.
Woke up from the nightmare,
Recalling no harm.
The thoughts went on for hours,
The dreams went on for years.
Day merged into week,
Tear after tear.
She tore my family,
The silky haired nymph.
But so long as I got my fix,
My ambitions would remain limp.
One day I saw the girl,
On 23 and 8th.
Just as I had remembered her,
Every little detail in place.
I approached her from behind,
Courteous as could be.
She said a kind "Hello",
And acted like she'd never met me.
"'Tis I" I replied,
She giggled and turned away.
I grabbed her by the hair,
I was never one to play.
I was oblivious to her screams,
It was all in good fun.
Surely she must remember!
She was the one!
I took her back home,
Laid her in bed.
Gave her a drink,
Stroked the silky hair on her head.
"Let me go," she pleaded,
But I had done no wrong.
Surely she must be joking,
We'd been together for so long.
This went on for months,
The silky haired girl and I.
I never got her name,
All she did was cry.
One night she tried to run,
Oh how dumb she must've thought I.
But I let her go swift And fast,
She could never hide.
As you can well imagine,
I found her hiding in the forest
On the following eve.
She was broken, matted, helpless,
Simply Splitting at the seams.
I could take a hint,
She didn't want my love.
So I let her go,
With a passionate push and loving shove.
I have yet to confess her whereabouts
She's still "missing" to this day.
The bitch should've listened
I was never one to play.
That sounds
Like it would make an awesome novel. I'm first in line a bam if you ever write it
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