Ode on her lies

She played a trick upon me with her word..  She a good writer but used it like a sword.. 

I who was hopeless saw her as a light..  Thought I was in a wrong way, might she make it right.. 

I was robbed at night..  

Blind I clutched her very tight..

Couldn't see my life that was dangling below her knief.. 

Took her upon my heart.. 

Made me glow by her sight..  

Why would she do..  

Never knew..  Didn't see it coming.. 

lay low stabbed by a dart.. 

Used, thrown, tossed but still in my mind her eyes were beaming..

Never forget..  The day! The day we met..