Unfaithful
Unfaithful
do love n hate seperate,
by the thin ness of a rhyme,
love is hate upon your plate,
same passion, hurting time... (thanks Russell Sivey)
women say they want a guy,
who is ever faithful, true,
magnetizing flame burns is why,
the moths are drawn to you,
mans ego aint sublime,
moths come, attractive too,
a stronger man, may dodge this time,
but weakness confounds you,
and so begins the crime…
too true:(
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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