No Time To Prepare

Once upon a time a thing Called love lived here. I question why one would Pretend to be *****. For ten years she acted; and Academy award for her part. Left me standing here alone With a bleeding heart. Double betrayal, her companion A good friend of mine. A wicked web of Clever design. She took what she needed The rest she tossed aside. It broke my heart and My head is fried. Not a word was spoken, She ran into the night. Looking back, it brings Things to the light. I was not prepared for The lesson I received. I had no idea she had Other cards up her sleeve. I'm amazed by how well She played her game. Double barrel loaded shotgun She took her aim. At close range right In my chest. Nothing showed in her eyes As she laid me to rest. It is like I'm dead, A part of the unborn. With a hole in my chest I begin to mourn. Red hot lava burns Deep inside of me. I'm coming for them; He is an amputee. Taking my time, Rome wasn't built in a day. It has been a year and a half Since they ran away. They think it's cool, No clue, I'm coming, their unaware. The element of surprise, No time to prepare. ? Turbo1904