If your lover sleeps with another
You are aggrieved being deceived
And can go on with not much fun
As it can be daunting this haunting
That you find plays on your mind,
So much so that it does duly grow
And what trust you had is now bad
Which can eat you up this fuck-up.
In an essence you can live in pretence
Without the sense to now sit on a fence
As it is an expense of your appetence
That can waver a lover not in favour
With having behaviour oh so graver,
Then try to learn to forgive to discern
What it is you crave, not being naive
To conceive that you want to believe
That the pain you don't want again
Will be a restrain with a new abstain.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 14/07/2024
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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