The Analyst

 Manugyajo, a lovey weepy tale Story of reality hidden in plain sight Many calling deception to reality As terrifying as it may look Love won't stop flowing in her feminine grace Like truth rays, it all pointed to nothingness It gave all the signals of catastrophe Yet her blinded heart could not feel her heat There, hurt dawned like a horrific monster A masculine line of trust  Yet he lied, through his teeth Probably his nose breathes camouflage Appealing as his skin looked, his mind felt ugly Emitting pain and rejection It was never a topic for discussion Throwing her here and there Keeping her love and getting her confused And I asked was this the lovey tale?  Maybe a crunchy bed-dance for one