Handbags at dawn
A man in the middle of Handbags at dawn.
Two lovers for one heart. This is war.
A mighty showdown; a choice is needed.
One man, one love; never being greedy.
People don’t worship love anymore.
It’s just a thing they do. Forget about being faithful.
It’s so much easier to do what you want.
Consequences don’t happen, just have fun.
Standing face to face, eye to eye.
Fighting for love. Crocodiles don’t cry.
Learn the pattern, then anything can happen.
Love means nothing, truth only saddens.
Another body is all that matters baby.
Sleep with two until one is unhappy.
There are no rules; promises are made to be broken.
Sleep with convenience. Lies are easily spoken.
Have an argument to get rid of one.
Then find the other one when they are gone.
When you have used them, say goodbye,
Then find the other one and apologize.
Demand privacy when it comes to your phone,
So you can hide when the other one calls.
Tell them you want a night out alone,
To stop the fights…hand bags at dawn.
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
- Author: Aa Harvey ( Offline)
- Published: February 4th, 2020 06:19
- Category: Love
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Comments1
The art of deception!
Love has definitely lost its meaning over time.
It's more fluid han ever.
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