When he took me for granted,
He thought he had planted
The tree of his lies
In my mind and
Outside my world's land.

He gave me not every need
He is a boredom of no need.
I asked him to buy me a sneaker
With a brand,
He bought me " aka me las" slipper
Designed with rubber band.
Lemme tell you my story;

When I cracked into love,
There was a gravel of soft heart.
In his eyes was a chilling tart,
Incredible tunes from his love
Made me a pen with hugs
Which is stuck on a bard's hand.

When love saw me,
He said I was a flower
Which sprouts whenever
All flowers dim.
His love was genuine,
His love was a vaccine
That heals every scars.

His love was fake
He wanted to demolish my fate
To buy me the sweetest cake
In order to satisfy his lust.
I then turned the page in the last,
The engagement day became a sad
A very sad page to read.

His love was fake
I gave him my soul to take
On phone, he always text,
A love aiming at sex.
His pale face I now threat,
He is a lion!
His love has changed from diamond
To the most cheep zinc in *Dinewell".

His love was fake,
He came to frame!
His love was tamed,
A head not, but a tale.
His love was poised like a gun
The story has just begun.


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