Some people you just can’t resist, even though you know it’s not going to work, or that they’re playing you for a fool, using you. I guess the term ‘fatal attraction’ is apt.
MARY THE MASK
Mary the mask prowls along the street
flashing her smile at everyone she meets,
but under her Leather lies a heart so cold,
she flaunts it, knowing she’s beauty bold.
She’s Mary, who likes to wear a mask,
in your attention she’ll revel and bask,
until you’re helpless in a lover’s trance
blind to her guile by spurious romance.
Saying it’s Love and that she really knew.
From the way she looked I thought it true.
I realise now that I was running in rings
like a Puppet, trapped in tangled Strings.
She picked me up,played me like a Fiddle
I danced to her Tune,a part of her Riddle.
All her words and looks were just s ploy,
I realise finally I was just another Toy.
I took her everywhere for mile after mile,
yet on photo’s, she never revealed a smile
Like a once new Blouse hung on the Door,
I became just a Rag ,to clean her Floor.
Though just a notch on her red Lipstick
and even though I fell for every Trick.
If her Mask slips and age ends her Reign,
I’ll still run to be her favourite Toy again.