I thought he liked me, saying all the
right words into my ears. how was I
to know this was but a rehearsal what
he had acted out so many times.

"You know your my first,
"Your special to me, your the star shining on my life.

I feel for every serpents lie that slithered
from his mouth on to my lips as we kissed.
He was like soft velvet on my soul, he knew
where to hold me, I quivered under each caress.

I was hypnotized by those words that i thought
were only captured in the pools of my eyes.
Later to find out that so many had drowned in
depression from those stones he thrown so many times.

I released my innocence, my virtue to the weavings
of spoken gestures of moonlit drives. Now I stare in to
the night sky, only seeing the darkness.  He quenched
the light when that night was over they were extinguished.

The night was amazing in my mind so gentle, i was
scared of what would be after. Be he reassured me I
was the only one. I admit gullibility that he wove in
to my mind heart and soul, it was over and I was woman.

I could still smell him on my sheets, and I slept content.
Or so i thought, where I had released myself to him when
I walked the halls of college I was an apparition of no
solid worth. I spoke to him, smiles and all.

He ignored me, I asked why? "You were weak, last week,
I learnt he always tried to fulfil this gesture on a Sunday.
In tears as all around either giggled in disrespect,
others were just opened mouth and whispers spread.

I had a few of his trophies, he called us that.
They came up to me bruises barley visible but were seen.
Each a weekend of serpents words, tears were each
wiped on soft tissues as his misdeeds bleed.

But one who was of lower as esteem as most of us,
born of an affliction that she had since birth.
She was the strongest of us all, and she wove a
tale of a conquest that was his inevitable last.

She was woven into his lies, but he never listened to
her truths, moments became blurred and what was
kept for a reason of thought and of others safety
was given away on serpents lingering breath.

But once she had faded from his thought after
just one night, she had spoken to him in word
and he didn't listen to her warning of word.

Others had heard her mentioning of what he
had thought was his score, but friends of others
has spelled out what he had done, and he cried.

Karma has a way of weaving its ways to help
those of its need. He had tainted the wrong
girl no fault of his silken woven words....

He now is sullen and looked upon with frown,
for he stamped so many with his words.
But now all others see is the words of ***.....