He
Written 7/17/99
He tells her of his love,
wrapping her in his deceitful glove.
She thinks his feelings are true,
that he means it, when he says "I love you."
But he doesn't, he only has desire,
for her flesh, which lights his fire.
Her body is his, an object for his dart,
so he uses her, not caring about her heart.
I watch, not knowing what I can do,
maybe if I tell how I feel, by saying I love you,
I'll be able to break his spell.
I hope so, I don't like seeing her, going through hell.
If only I could have her, I'd treat her so sweet,
my love wouldn't waiver, it'd always keep.
I'd never use her, or treat her like dirt,
because when she gets used, I feel hurt.
I wish I could just take her away,
to hold her, and make her feel safe all day.
But I can't, she is too wrapped up in his lies,
and fooled by his hateful eyes.
You may by wondering why,
well I don't know, but I do know, seeing her hurt, makes me cry.