Ode to John of the river
He lied with his fingers
love notes, such pretty words
He lied with his lips
deceiving my heart
He lied next to me, lovingly
so convincing with his flowery words.
I believed his smile
and his tender touch.
HOW COULD I?
HOW DARE I?
So vulnerable
My soul so naked
Me heart exposed
Empty promises
leaving me empty. . .and abandoned.
Just another, I suppose
another to leave footprints on my heart,
like a doormat
To carve their initials on my soul
WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!
I'd like to say, Thank you . . .
but not this time!
I say NO THANK YOU!
and while I'm at it,
Fuck you!
You lied!
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