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.
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