The first defeat
He had blue eyes and a wicked smile
That charmed my devious heart.
We’d danced and laughed
And dared to play the fool,
Asking ourselves, “What if?’
and then later, we'd been serious,
talking of the future and of our plans,
and he'd made promises he'd never keep.
we'd both believed back then
that this was more than it was.
but there was nothing under the surface,
no man behind the curtain.