Midnight Fantasy
I was good to you. But you just insisted on leaving me.The moon was full and
shining bright. And I needed my midnight fantasy. I couldn't believe my eyes
though. How you could go with one friend to another friend. Although my fantasy
was in play I didn't want it to end. You would yell at me and beat me to my shame.
But still we lit the candles and had dinner with champaign. Why couldn't I have
that respect for myself. And know the dawn to dusk abuse was not ok. It was only
because my midnight fantasy would leave me feeling fantasized so in my mind
he would lay. You put one arm around my waist and the other on my neck. I felt
sorry for myself you nearly strangled me to death. Oh but midnight fantasy I have
one question to ask. When will this nightmare in the evening end. Because this
love has just stabbed me in the back. You were my midnight fantasy but I hate
you and love me.
Signed,
a destroyed mistress
called death by evening
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