Poetry

[coeurdor1604]

i thought that you would come
to me, in the still of the night.
thinking of me other than yourself.
here to comfort me in my agony.
and to hear my drunken babble,
which so deeply you need to hear.

you're so deep in darkness
you can't see that this sweet girl is the best you may ever get.

after the bar closes
there a girl sits
waiting to be your WHORE
although a sweet girl
is waiting at home in bed
with her open arms,
ready to embrace your return.

but you'd rather see the WHORE to her bed
than the sweet girl who loves you to hers.

and that is why men cheat
on the girl they care about most.