We first met in a pub.
On a cold Saturday evening.
Saw your eyes and fell in love.
It felt like Summers evening.
But without knowing who you really are.
As we started talking.
The more common interests we had.
But do you really love him?.
Holding hands, all ways close to me.
But he always was near us.
I felt in love for first time in a long time.
But all the time it was just fake.
All the abuse I got for liking you.
Sinking in quick sand, very slowly.
Bit like the moon made out of cheese.
Now tell me the truth?.
So took you out one evening.
As we had a lovely evening.
Snuggled up on the tube.
Took you back home.
Asked to put my arms around you.
People staring at us with envy.
Trapped in cling film.
Who do you really love?.
Taking everything out on me.
Like Pinocchio lying, his nose grows.
Like all the lies, your face getting more pale.
Slapping me across the face.
Being really nasty to me like my sore face.
Stepped back a few times with shock.
Going up the escalator.
Looking at me with regret.
Pouring your eyes out.
Then left me at the station with a distorted heart.
So was I a second opinion all this time?.
So been driven by fake love.
Tried to kill me with fake love.
Restrained by fake love.
Poisoned by fake love.
Fake love draining me.
Now who do you love?.
Do you really love him?.
Now I can breath fresh air.
Thank you.
R