When I was sick and in such pain, You hurt me over and again. You had to have your daily thrill, Came into me against my will.
Going My Way?
When first we met, My sight was set: I knew where I was bound. You said your aim Was quite the same, And pretty soon I found...
Illusion
an acrostic poem Image of distorted reality Latent belief in falsehood Lack of substance...
Feather-Weight Kisses
You kiss me in the morning and some at night as well, But the kisses that you give to me do no love story tell.
Trapped
Enticed I followed eagerly Flattered that he took notice Beguiled by empty promises
