A woman Scorned

Maybe I should thank you for what you did to me
Or maybe I should hate you, but then you set me free.
The child in your arms was naive and plain,
But the woman before you knows all her pain.
We met together secretly, none but us could know,
And all around but us knew the sorrow we would sow.

Your laughter made me smile and helped to shape my dreams,
A man of fun and laughter mingled passionate screams.
We shared our stolen moments, together for a while
But yet you taught me nothing of other men’s beguile.
You took from me my innocence, too young to know its worth
I saved it for that someone who moved my heaven and earth

And yet you taught me something, of love and then betrayal.
The other woman i greeted and spoke to with a smile,
She was there before me and there she is yet still
My silly little intermission was just a false idyll.
You say that you once loved me, and yet you love me now
But deceitful as you are, why lie a loathsome little vow.

You only lusted for me, and loved me not a speck
And yet you think i love you, here in loves burning wreck.
I cannot love you now, but cannot hate you either
For though you hurt me deep, i begged, was truly eager
To be your one and only and think that you could change
And somewhere in me still your hold is yet strong and strange.

The woman stands before you, no more a naive child
Her love for hire for any with soft and laughing smile.
You made me what i am, so laugh and be content
For heaven it was you offered and hell it was you sent.
I think about it now as i stand cold upon your grave,
And spit upon the ground below, hoping god will save.