When lover breaks, and vows foresworn,
Dons mask, forsakes familial home,
Claims lack of understanding there,
That love loves not and does not care,
Be sure another reason lies,
Beneath the watch of wary eyes.
Another breathes that name in sleep
While children in the home do weep
For father lost and gone astray,
Becomes a visitor by day.
Betrayal named as love remiss,
Begins with an illicit kiss.
Soon pleasures in a stranger’s room
Mark death to marriage but, don’t assume
That only men behave just so,
Wanderlust, in all breasts grow,
Taking lightly once they see
That commitment means responsibility.
It takes two to tango as they say…
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Back to bolero?x
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Beautifully written. I do hope this wasn’t about your home. I do like what Brian says though.
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No, it’s not mine. I’d cut his balls off. And he, mine, if I had any. But I do know so many people, very closely, that this has been the case with. Widespread.x
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