She used to love a pretty boy
Rock hard abs, polished ploy
Their jet-set life, baubles, bling
She used to love pretty things.
But zealous smite can leave you cold,
Nasty slights, scar your bold
His jealous choke, her countless tears
Can’t erase the thankless years.
When she’d clung to rosy dreams
Fussed to fill his boorish schemes
Bore the cost, her head held high
Underneath the cutting sky.
To that day, she woke up grim
Knew that she was through with him
Left his wrath and left his whim
Never going back again.
Her curbed life in trophy chains.
Stirs her still, steers this refrain
She’s braved the cold, faced her pain
Wiser now, secure again.
Looking for a kinder love
A friend to never tire of
Arms to hold her when she’s mad
A deeper love she’s never had.
So, listen, girls, best think twice.
Pretty boys’ bedroom eyes
Will crush your soul, make up lies
Their cheating ways will make you sigh.
Looking for a kinder love
A friend to never tire of.
Arms to hold her mad, glad, sad
A kind of love she’ll someday day have.
4-8-22 C. S De Dona
Corney Press 