Snare

Your warm charms so hold
Such spells are a snare
Your tells so unfold
Damned is my despair
The days turned to weeks
The weeks burned out fast
Your words flamed for keeps
Your lies snuffed its cast

There's no reason nor a rhyme
I was with you and alone
He will have to sleep sometime
And I thought ... loveless is sewn

Your weave lacks real will
Your actions fake real try
Fire teases fill
Frost is slow goodbye
Snare of ever heart
You sure cool down quick
Sweetly strings your part
Bitter stings true prick

There's no reason nor a rhyme
Stoic was mood, cold as stone
He will have to sleep sometime
And I thought ... fate is my own

(c) Kay Irvin