Your appearance camouflaged in sheep’s clothing I was the fool I thought you were inspiring lifting me to greater heights Was I not your jewel?
Luring me to places I had never gone Opening my eyes to a world of glamour I was warned of your heretic ways Going against my beliefs Ignoring the clamor
Living in blindness Blinkered from the world Unaware of the coming pain Used and abused Without even realizing Reaching the zenith Time to break the chain
The sky was dappled Like a Monet masterpiece The characters in her world She wished to release The noises in her head Just would not cease
She had not been ready When her world came crashing down Leaving her hurt and confused Betrayed by that clown Stripped of her confidence Shunned by the town
Wandering to the water’s edge She found her magical place On the river bank under the tree Where she would find grace Fumbling with her feelings She practiced her poker face
Her determination her cynosure She returned to her home Rifling through his things with a fine-tooth comb she found the evidence in a cup of Styrofoam
There it was in plain sight A locket for his lover Bearing his and her initials What a thing to discover Outraged she knew what to do She would blow his cover
Quickly she packed his bags dumping them outside the locksmith came She felt fortified He came a-knocking at the door Not at home, she replied
