The Rock Show

I met a girl
at the rock show.
She loved my style,
my eeb and flow.
We met backstage
and talked awhile.
I asked her out,
she gave a smile.

Love blossomed.

We brought her in,
an elegant voice.
A perfect girl,
thus I rejoice.
We played a show,
She sang robust.
She say a guy,
departing us.

Betrayal struck.

How could this be?
How could she leave
and part me of
my sanity...
I smashed the axe,
I cut the strings.
I loved a whore,
and betrayed my dreams.