This is a poem from a girls perspective, for those people who think that their 'love' was fake. For those people that think that they were cheated.
Con Man
He came upto me in a storm,
With charisma, style and what not,
A charming man was my fantasy,
But, Ah! is he the one?
Time & time he seized control,
Feigning a dream so close,
He caught my heart in his palms,
As I lost my very stance.
Whispering things into my ears,
As giggles popped out,
Each time he said a word,
Shivers ran down my spine.
We talked we shared,
We lost control,
As promises were made,
Of a future so distant-close,
It could be held by my hands.
We got close- we got far,
Over a span of 2 weeks,
You got distant into the storm,
As I truly lost my signal.
Oh! What have you done to me,
My very little being,
For you have taken over me,
By creeping up in my thoughts.
What was I to you,
What did I mean,
Was I but a voodoo doll,
To play to your well tuned dream.
Like a rag doll put aside,
destroyed was my feelings,
Like a cigarette butt,
Was I put 'lights out'.
You are but a con man,
Lying through the way,
Making & taking things of ours,
That shouldn't be the same.
One fragile heart was cracked open,
By those nefarious hands,
Oh! For I have sinned,
For closing into your land.
This lil one will never be the same,
For I have gone through storms,
Oh nefarious lil devil,
You should watch out,
For I'll brew up a storm.
