Last time I saw him.

Last time I saw him

Last Time I Saw Him 

Last time I saw him, 

He hang in a pink shirt 

And a pink tie, 

He did look smart, 

His smile the usual shy. 

He was, in manner, still sly, 

Dealing with him, delusional, 

Yet I again fell for his trickery, 

For the boy knew how to play. 

I loved to watch his pink lips 

Rub off each other, 

They left in me a hunger. 

The last time I saw him, 

He left me bleeding, 

Hungry for his charm. 

He was lost in a confusion, 

Calling me Betty, not Sheila, 

Asking me if I could sing him a song— 

He’d spoken of love. 

EzroniX Poetry.