He says he loves you.
But does he?
You cry for him every night,
Wishing for his touch
But has he ever told you
That he too, cries for you
Love is corrupt.
While you cry,
He mocks you with his friends,
But your tears never end.
These days the word love
Now means lust.
He may say he loves you
But instead of loving you for who you are
He loves you for what you are
Your beauty, your body
He ends up treating you like you a hobby
So why must you cry and worry?
Maybe true love does not exist
But you still believe
Honey, fairytales are not real
You brag that he is such a charmer
But one day,
You will wake up to see him with another