Melancholy May

Melancholy May You left me standing on a melancholy May; Left me with nothing but scathing words to say; You never painted the frescos of true love; Never a tender kiss; nothing but dredge and shove. You wore the mask of deceit for all ten years; And gullible, I was, with nothing but foolish cheers. Nothing but a sinuous reptile, you are; With sinister poison that left my heart ajar. Your pride and arrogance blinded you Into seeing fulsome glamor and selfish hue; Nothing but a flawless statue of yourself, you see; Call it a hypocrite’s déjà vu or misconstrued glee. You cruel creature; my love for you was in vain; Towards you, I hold nothing but disdain; And now I grieve upon my crimson past; Disheartened and broken, the memory of you, I cast.