I gave my trust to a thief.
She stole my heart,
then called it love.
Made the mistake of
believing her.
Found myself needing her
Never be leaving her.
Wanted and feining, her
Potion working kneading me hard
My purpose meant for her
But like a mother's love
is mother's nature
Time reveals all
And the truth is no stranger.
The past becomes the present
of previous mistakes.
What made our world's quake
Karma turns in strange ways
But hardly makes mistakes
Painting the wrong picture
So if a heart gets broken it wasn't by Mrs.Take