Affair Une Sexuale Poem by mark anthony st. rose

I've hurt all my hurts,
and cried all my cries.
I've embolden my soul,
from all your evil lies.

You said you love me,
I was the only one you adore.
You said you'll never leave me,
that I was everything and more.

But I caught you that day
sharing our sacred bed,
having a filthy affair
with my best friend Ted.

Remember b**tch, how you
grovelled and cried,
said it was a mistake,
'but how come his hands were tied.'

Never mind, it's over,
I never want to see you
again in this lifetime,
or in the world anew.

'cause I've hurt all my hurts,
and cried all my cries.
I've embolden my soul,
from all your evil lies.






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