I'm one, Lies truly deep within her mind
The idea that left her to wonder
Coming of age, to full grown dressed in a night gown
To the dearly hour of midnight do her sorrows seed themselves
Low pitch somberly if you listen close, you would hear her cries
Within her room lit by the eternal darkness,
Nothing truly clear, incisive it may appear life to you a metaphor    
Love she sought robbed her blind,
Took her self-esteem stole all personal freedoms
Faith you had settle into him was dully, misplaced
But none of these things she lost were the reason love hurts
She was the one who opened up to vulnerability
It wasn’t love that stole from you, it was possession, obsession, manipulation and infatuation not love