I am just a damsel with a dunce heart;
Exploited for being a mania to a bat shit.
I don't know why he did this,
Am I that hideous to be frisked?
I don’t know why I loved him more;
Even if he mortified me furthermore.
Stupidity is not a sports,
But why do I have to be vigorous?
A bucket of tears that drip,
But still he is not there to wipe
Nor embrace me with his wide arms.
I can’t imagine myself looking like an ass!!
I found myself a philophobic,
Do I need to be more pathetic?
You don’t deserve to me, verily
I don’t know what potion you gave to me.
Yes, I am damsel who have a deep affection.
To a philanderer sea dog who can’t see my emotion.
Hoping you were satisfied what you made,
Because I am thankful what you did.