Taunts of a Damsel in Distress

~~I've fallen and can't get up
I've loved but yet I've still lost
His love was an incredible mirage of what he truly felt; lust
Here I am cocooned in past memories
I lay here shattered, torn, distraught
All these beautiful memories are now painful recycled thoughts
When we kissed, his lips perfectly entwined with mine
A hand of his cupped my face while the other caressed my behind
The final puzzle piece to my soul put in place
Behind his perfect smile were images of grimace
His lust was a connection so strong , it hypnotized me
Made me feel like I was deeply in love
Reality struck and now my emotions are shattered, I'm in a mess
Who knew his 'love' would turn me into a damsel in distress
His boyish good looks and his irresistible charm
The electric shock I felt when I placed my hand in his palm
His true intent quickly unfolded
His role play, the lies he told ,his true colours are now bolded
I was captivated by the devil's wingman himself
My heart has disintegrated and is now replaced with ice shelves
Even after this a part of me still loves him and I'm in a mess
I now experience the taunts of a damsel in distress

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Comments
Tamia, this is sweet, your descriptions in this poem are priceless, great articulation....I'm still smiling over the pull quote; true excellence of execution....superb
' I was captivated by the devil's wingman himself'
*grins* áwww thanks hun :*