βSweet loveβ he said,
With lips kissed by a woman much sweeter than I,
And foolish me believed,
That his eyes glazed meant he saw me and was unphased.
He said my hair was like lake,
Ever flowing to the ocean
Then he washed mud in what paved itβs way to sea,
Brow furrowed as murky water soaked into me.
The rotten have drowned,
A pool of water from two everflowing streams,
Why do my eyes hurt?
Why did you hurt me?
She is yours,
And more than Iβll ever be
Lock my heart,
Donβt give me the key.
Any feedback is welcome!!! I really like this one but Iβm sure I can improve somewhere π₯Ή