He thought my eyes were pretty.

He thought my eyes were pretty.

In a way i thought I could love

but truth was.

He thought my eyes were sexy.

in way he thought he could lust.

Ive never felt less feminine

till he made me the object of his desire

and then made me the object of his game

then got bored and threw me away

He thought my eyes were pretty

and i regret ever looking back into his

what hurt soul he had to have been

to ruin the friendship

and then ruin the friend

My first encountor of lust

over something as simple

as my eyes

not ass or my boobs

would'nt you think

that could be love too?