My heart, she is a poetress
Goes back and forth and then some more
Thought she’d found beauty in his caress 
but beauty is far from what he saw 
 
Now let’s be frank here poetress
He’s blinded you, too blind to see 
He’s locked you in his mind fortress
That doesn’t sound like love to me 

But manipulation, more or less
By he you think can do no wrong 
He’s a slimy toad,a frog at best, 
that poet-cum-panopticon

Look at yourself, dear poetress
You’re doing things we can’t ignore 
Last night, a psychoalcoholic mess
Stretchered out of ‘Spoons, the night before 

Dear heart,we love you poetress
Just stop, breathe  
One, two, three, four  
Be kind to yourself, you harsh mistress
A heart can’t work when it is tore

My heart, she is a poetress
Goes back and forth and then some more
She knows deep down, under duress,
the prince that she’s still beating for