Woe For You

The way love goes...

You should have seen the look on her face

One of anguish and pure hate

She mourned with such pitiful tears


Yet I saw through her cheating ways

She was sad she got caught

Not for her monstrous actions


Nothing but fake tears

Purposefully exaggerated

Her cheeks licked for effect


The sight of her made me sick

She was the definition of  dishonour

The meaning of trash


Yet I love that girl

And believe her tale of woe

Why you ask?


Because I am fool. 

The End

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