Why choose a Peacock, over a Wolf?
The Wolf, is the one, who stands by your side.
Was there when you cried.
The one you confide.
In.
And now you discard him.
Thrown away.
Left in pain.
Goin' over in his brain.
Everything he'd ever say.
To you.
He starts anew.
Forgets they ever knew.
You.
The Peacock.
Will not care as much.
Who walks around with such.
Elegance and grace.
Watch it race.
Away as soon.
As it is satisfied.
And the Wolf, to whom you cried.
Will be gone.
Moved on.
To another pack.
Not looking back.
It will have better.
Just wait and see.
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