But stuff I write is like this:
Her icy kiss was once his bliss
Her kind face now an icy smile
Left him cold, tarry awhile
Betrayed him to the dawn
his pain would last all night
Lonely crying, his tears of rage
glittering stars fell to bended knee.
Cruel words, her knives poison tipped with lies
Left him helpless before her stare
as her weapons were her eyes.
A little sharp-edged, but still very nice.