Oh the words, words, words

She would always come back for thirds.

Not to mention the irresistible voice

Every tone, every syllable, sent her into rejoice

The seconds their eyes would lock

Her heart would immediately flock

Oh the joy, joy, joy

He would give her.

But wait, in the distance, she spots a wall

Please, don’t make her feel so small

Now every expression, every smile

She sees the lust

Oh so vile

While it’s still his voice she can hear

She wipes away an involuntary tear

In fear of contact, her eyes avert

For who would want to be hurt?

Her heart is stabbed by the kindness

And the ignorant, innocent blindness

Into the darkness she will fall

Because he would never, could never

Give her his all.