Surviving you has armed me with bravely
Now I see you for who you truly are
Even Snakes shed their skin
But a Leopard can never change her skin

I deserve all you did to me
For every tears you made me shed
The sleepless nights turned insomnia
I should never have trusted you

Your professions sounded angelic
You were a rarity, a gifted wordite
Who has mastered the art of deception
So sad, all was foundated on a plate of lies

You were my very fine wine
Made from the purest of grapes
But once I was blind; and now I can see
I pray to Zeus, maybe someday, love will find me.