i met a sheep not long ago
with fur so white, it seems to glow
so pure, it is, like any sheep
and so i think it's for me to keep
i kept it under my provision,
and showered it with lots of passion
im sure of my love 'cause it's not my intention
to give my dear any excruciation
little did i know that you are no dear
that you are a monster that i should just fear
yet fear is nothing that i perceive;
it is anger for all the shams you made me believe
so let me rewrite this poem i made
and i pray our memories to please just fade.
i met a wolf dressed as a sheep
and i hope i never thought it's for me to keep
---
not my feelings. these are someone else's feelings.
