It starts with a women, as all good stories do
Love at first sight and every other cliche too
She was an angel, delicate and elagant, there was definite potential
It was evident to me this queen would be a testament to faithful
Her lips filled as if purses of warm bliss, red pillows where awe sits
Starry eyed as a fire flickers around her pupil like an eclipse
Her hair like a flare in color, her skin fair but tanned in summer
Two lovers stare at one another; one a gazelle the other a hunter
Her figure chiseled, killer body sizzles, a hot body that really whets the whistle
Shes got the tits, teeth, eyes and thighs, wants the prick just like a thistle
When it comes to family your love is made of steel
You can drop the ball an it wont break even if the marks dont heal
Real love, the type you share with another, is made of fragile glass
If you drop the ball it chips away until it splits at last
One day the forever untainted faithful angel showed me her crown of thorns
Temptation is the devils greatest invention and this fallen angel has the horns
She cheated on me with my best friend, cant pretend it didnt hurt
Defeated I desperately drunk til i couldnt stand, a painful lesson learnt
Her lips cold and course, ironic that they can scold and more
Her eyes vacant, breaking my aching want for what i once adored
Her hair now scorns with every flick her skin sick worn and grey
We throw quick stares; they say more then we could ever express in a day
Her body cold, seems old and used, the air of someone abused
Ive been told she enjoyed it to, sado masochist or just confused?
But maybe im the sado masochist, because i fell in love again
So it ends with a women, just how all good stories end