In the midst of a storm you rode right in on your big black horse. Little did I know I was to be the devil's main course.

Your strength and spirit took me by storm. How was I to know that was not your true form?

For unbeknownst to me along with your arrival came quite the hitch. You brought along with you that immature bitch.

You called her your 'friend.' You called me your 'love.' All the while assuring me the friendship was pure as a dove.

Consumed by her jealousy she vowed then and there that our relationship would not have a prayer.

Soon started her whining, her moaning and taunts. Could she not be more obvious if she threw at you all her flaunts??

I was true to our relationship all the way to my core. I never cheated, I never lied. Could you have asked for anything more?

No more did I feel your lips kissing mine nor see a heartfelt smile upon your face. For every moment we were together you were too busy trying to hide your fall from grace.

Instead of treasuring the love I gave to you in full trust, you chose that lying manipulative wench with a miniscule bust.

It was right then and there that I knew for sure you had the brains and morals of a weasel consumed by his neverending lust.

Written & Copyrighted By Jesslan
6 June 1999