Summer time on grandpa's farm (poem)

the Con Man

His eyes, those steel blue, capturing eyes, they make you, and they captivate you.

His charm, oh god, his charm, all it takes is just one taste,

His smile, this white that you see, it's all too good to be true, and the bad thing is, is that you know,

And even though his looks are ruggedly handsome, he is bad for you.

He is a drug, dangerous, yet addictive. You don't want him, but you need him.

You think that you have fallen in love, and it excites you,

You build dreams upon something you know that is never going to last,

Your heart beats to be with him, your blush that rose in your cheek is enough,

You daft, blind fool! Don't you see? He's playing you!

Each day, for you say, is a new dawn, but to him, you're just a pawn,

He is a con man! Do you not see? Why must you deny it?

He is a thief! Must someone call the police for your love to cease?

You have no sense. And no money, you gave to him and he took from you.

You are hurt. The betrayal cuts deep, maybe a stab to the heart from a knife would have been painless?

No one owes you, no one owns you. You are all lone. It is your own fault really

You have been warned, you have been told yet you ignored it.

And all because you had fallen for a con mans play,

Your love, is what he gained, your way of life is what you lost.

He had you in his sites from day one and when he had a clear shot, he took it blasting your heart in to this thing called heart-break, and now showing no mercy for you, he is sitting there on a beach in Jamaica, waiting for his next victim.

As you sit here, crying you wonder, did he really mean it when he said I love you?

And the answer to that my dear, is no. he never did, for his is and always will be... A con man