Dead End

His eyes were darker than black,

but I only saw the green.

He called me up for breakfast

with a deceiving self-esteem.

My heart burned for his presence 

but my mind built up a fence,

and when the lights turned dark again,

I came to his defense.

He squeezed my arm and pounded on my head,

begging me to come back to bed,

but I knew nothing about love,

so I left him responsible,

but little did I know

he thought of love as an obtacle.

I knew nothing about love

and here I stand

with a hurricane for a man.