Handbag

The poor girl, so in love, so confused…
Was she just there to keep him amused?
To look good by his side,
While she’s dying inside?
To be fucked, when he liked, and abused?

Come and gone

At an age where her prospects had dwindled,
Romance had, at last, it seemed, kindled!
She lowered her pants,
Leaving nothing to chance,
But next morning found out she’d been swindled!