WAS HIS LOVE THEN JUST LUST

Something a little classical

Maybe mirror, mirror on the wall

Or yes, Roses are red, violets are?

I don’t know, but whatever it was

I listened, listened with a flitting blush.

I forgave him

I forgave him the multiple times, he gazed on my face, With his eyes and modest grace

He stared into my soul in a pace

Oh the scorn that crazed my brain.

Yes with his deep voice

And masculine embrace

He calmed my fears with tears of fakes And that was the starting of

The manipulation again.

I know it’s a circle, but what am I to do

When I told the cruel scorn of what I go through He yelled, with unforgivable disgrace,

Lo and behold I’ve been misled again Questioned his love, what it then just lust?