Fishing

The first day,

I saw you,

I saw you

as an angel

But, you saw me

the same day

As your prey

You showed me

your beauty,

to tempt me

And as I came closer

didn't realise that

you had a net to trap me

Your sweet words,

I thought

you loved me

but to my despair,

it was just a bait,

to catch me

For you,
love was just a game

to fulfil your desires

And fishing was your hobby.

And all you did was

made me the fish.