Love Gone Sour

I’m in love with a Doctors daughter

A native one for that matter

The only tray my love desired to be served was on her platter

I have no fear for her but her Father

Scared he would trade me to his gods as batter

Will he ever smile seeing us together?

What if her heart is paper?

A little tear could be the end of my laughter

Or will his intents make me scape goat for the slaughter

Should I bury my feelings for the Doctors Daughter?

I was told fear is coward, one big liar

But it seems mine is wisdom, protecting me from the abattoir