These tears they fall and I'm crying for y'all, as the regret surrounds I'm feeling real small.
All the love I shared and left to rot in the past, came up to put me face to face with the truth of my past.
The gift of manipulation of the female sex. Like a scavenger hunt, moving from one to the next.
Some had virginity, others a husband or man. I did it because it was easy but mostly because I can.
The way they would cry and plead for me. No remorse, no feeling...roman concrete.
The Persian slashed her wrists right in front of my eyes. Again a heart of stone, as she bled and cried.
A calm call to nine one one, all I knew was "I'm done."
On to the next that could give me my fix. To all the ones I burned, trust me it's you that I miss.
It all catches up and in the end this shit is crazy. The way my ego lied to me and convinced me this won't fade me.
These tears are for the ones that I hurt so bad...these tears are for the ones that I could have had.
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Author:
Willy Beeman (
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Wonderfully written and expressed
Thank you.
good structure and form, well thought out piece of work. ww
Thanks WW.
I guess it is "be careful what you wish for, as you just might get it." Very thought provoking! Happy New Year!
Thank you and happy new year to you too!!!
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