She made me broken, busted and disgusted,
After all, she left me for another,
Never trust a pretty woman,
She spends your money and wastes your time,
And all you will get, will be her smile,
For she was made for you to admire,
God knows that her, you will desire,
And made her ego to be higher,
So that you will pass through fire.
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Good depiction of disappointment and distress occasioned by an ugly encounter with an enchantress, well articulated and nicely penned in beautiful rhyme scheme with conviction. Thanks for sharing Ozioma. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.