She was shy, kind and caring,
usually polite and often sharing.
He was loud, mean and unkind,
rarely polite and insulting the blind.
She was sincere, honest and true,
who helped others out when they were blue.
He was fake, a liar and untrue,
who'd gobble people up by the time he was through.
She was helpful, trusting and always there,
her heart lead her to love and care.
He was awkward, untrusting and avoiding,
you had to watch his temper exploding.
She loved him for standing out,
he loved her as she'd never shout.
She wanted him to protect her heart,
he wanted her to give him a new start.
She protected him as he was misunderstood,
he protected her from all that he could.
She adored him for being by her side each night,
he adored her by the way she made things right.
She knew he could be bad, but never to her.
He knew she could flirt, but she wasn't a whore.
She knew he could be violent, but he never raised a hand,
he knew she could be manipulative, but he was her man.
She protected him from aligations whether false or true,
he protected her from men doing to her what they'd usually do.
She kept his secrets of bad things he used to do and say,
he kept her secrets of the bad times once upon a day.
She thought it was forever and never would it end,
because he wasn't just a lover, but also he was a friend.
She believed he was sincere, that nothing would go wrong,
he was her support forever, always keeping her strong.
He thought it was forever and never would he leave,
because he couldn't hurt her, nor to her could he deceive.
He believed she could save him like he really needed,
oh and to his heart, she nearly had suceeded.
But then one day she cried so hard,
but then one day he broke her heart.
He said it had to be over for a while,
she had beauty wiped off her smile.
Then rumours came that he was being mean,
then rumours came that he'd never been -
in love and she cried almost every night,
holding her pillow and weeping out of sight.
He done some things after that made her cry,
he said some things that made her want to die.
She said she hated him but he knew it was a lie,
he said the words that she hated, goodbye.
Then saying he loved her in messages he'd send,
he ultimately suggested that it hadn't been an end.
Then not long after he said he didn't love her anymore,
maybe not even ever she thought, like she had before.
She was kind and caring and so naive,
she didn't know that he intended to decieve.
He was so kind to her how could she tell,
or believe what her friends said, picking up the warning bell?
So she is now bitter, insincere and unkind,
she now mocks herself and bullies the blind.
Now he may be laughing and happy in his stride,
but she knows the secrets he has come to hide.
Bronze trophy winner
Honorable mention
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