He came at me with a genuine song
His lies hidden within each strum
His desire flowed fierce and strong.
Until he switched up
It all went wrong.
He started trekking
The path forewarned.
He began to shun.
That which he’d begged for.
Not a care nor concern,
Of the damage he’d sprung.
Only for that he’d selfishly wrung.
Whence he came and whence he’d gone.
He awoke from his journey regretting what’s done.
And so his path he shall walk.
That which he’s sewn.