I’ll pen with tears you tore from me
These lines of love’s insanity.
These bitter, written rhymes I’ve cried
From savaged heart and soul inside.
Inside this shell that once was me:
The man you robbed of liberty,
Of freedom, for I fell for you
When selfishly you turned the screw
On fetters for my hands and feet
(My diadems of dark defeat)
You forged in furnace, set ablaze
With passion; you composed this craze
I bear, so now I sit and stare
Alone, in dungeon of despair
Your ghost is all that’s left to blame
For someone said, “She’s not the same;
She’s been another girl, since him;
More sociable, serene, so slim!
Sophisticated; not a kid;
She’s born again since she got rid!”
I’ll pen with pain (you put me through)
These lines, to say, in love with you
I’ll stay, and if the tide won’t turn
And Fate refuses your return
I’ll dedicate to girl long-dead
These lines that will remain unread
For though they seek to settle score
I will not lay them at your door!