Poetry Blogs (Controlling)
He is sad, he is hurting
No one ever told him he was wrong.
Spoilt and arrogant,
He had become.
Behaviour always accepted.
A love for himself,
he always expected perfection,
It’s not his fault. He knew something was wrong,
an angel he searched for, an angel he won.
Another win, at his feet, treated her with deceit.
Monday 12th March 2018 12:30 am