Rusty Love

These thoughts are bitter,
These thoughts are sad,
These thoughts they linger,
Like a fairy tale gone mad.

So I looked up the ceiling,
Watch the fan as it spins,
My thoughts are wondering,
Back to where it all begins.

A Valentine in November,
All kisses and touches;
The roses they wither,
But we cuddle and caress.

How sweet was you,
Your smile and scent,
How brutal was you,
To leave without consent.

Your lie - a destruction,
One lie and it is too late;
My love and affection,
You treated it like a playmate.

I kick away the blanket,
And the fan is getting dusty;
I lay in bed naked,
And my love is getting rusty.