Apologies, Glances, And Messed Up Chances
Sorry used to be the word,
I'd say it then I'd screw the bird.
I never thought about the pain,
The times I left them in the rain.
I walked with hate hand in hand,
The feeling spread throughout the land.
And yet she stayed to see me fall,
Then picked me up just like a ball.
I glanced around but never saw,
The chick that made the builders roar.
The silky curves and massive tits,
The things that raised my manly bits.
My love, she saw the looks I gave,
Retreated to her mental cave.
And still I couldn't see the hate,
I dished it out, a lure, like bait.
I messed up once, twice and more,
Screwed my life up from the core.
The final chance was set in stone,
I never listened, I'm alone.
And yet she never left me there,
Knock me down, or rob me bare.
She loved me still no matter what,
All the screw ups, took the lot.
Then she left without a word,
Made my head soar like a bird.
I never found out where she went,
I lost my home from lack of rent.
Bent by hell I lived on drugs,
I mixed within the streetwise thugs.
But look for her, I'll never stop,
I'm tracking like an angry cop.
I want to find you, speak once more,
Say I'm sorry, it's not a chore.
I sense you never lost our love,
I crave your touch my turtle dove.
You've moved on but I never did,
To find you is my one last bid.
I won't forget the love we shared,
You need to know how much I cared.
xx