"Yes it was," said he.
The girl looked into his eyes
And wondered at his naivete.
Who was this "boy" that
she'd mistaken for a man?
Had she fallen for a rock,
or a pit full of sand?
"You think it was your smile,
That caught my heart that day?
You think it was your hand
That led me down astray?
You think that I by my wits
Couldn't outwit you
When you cracked my heart
When I didn't want to?
Nay, my love for you was not,
not for outward appearances.
I was deceived by it, however, and now
my heart is full of grievances.
You arrogant donkey, full of ****
and full of wicked thought.
You call me a kettle
when you yourself, sir, are a ***!
You have no intellect worth admiring,
yet you talk of it admiringly.
And because of my own shine,
you only see yourself in me.
Putrid scents in your mouth,
and all I hear are roses.
To have me depart from you
like sea water, I ask of the prophet Moses!
You drool like a child
when you stare inside the mirror.
If I ever bore you your firstborn,
you wouldn't even see her.
Nay, I loved you not for your face
for now I only see ugliness
wrapped in beautiful distaste."
And so with a wave of her hand,
she left with a soft-spoken goodbye
as he slowly sat down and decided to cry.