Born Cursed Romantic
Romance that merry happy
courting dance
for so many
but not for me
it seems
it was never meant to be.
A born cursed romantic
Can't think of hardly anything else
it's ingrained in my brain
it's posion in my blood
no matter what I do
it's never good enough.
I thought I new what to do
but I'm sick and tired of having
my heart broken into
And boy does it hurt
I've been hung up to dry
had my nose rubbed in the dirt.
Everywhere I look
it's sex sex sex
Women showing their bits
couples hand in hand
I don't feel human no more
and feel less than a man.
Girlfriends always told me they loved me
I'd make a great husband
But where are they now?
Somewhere with a troglodyte
who treats them like dirt
and that really hurts.
O.k. Women want to sleep with me
but forget it.
I'm not a piece of meat
I'm a man with a brain and good heart
and by the way
my name is Pete.
Peter Dome, copyright.2014. Jan.
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