(written for a friend)
Been there too laying in that bed,
but I was the one left with a fucked up head.
The man I gave my heart and soul too,
was married to another and she was pregnant too.
He begged and pleaded for me to give him a child,
while he was running home to his wife all the while.
Never did I believe my heart could ever break,
like it did, with the last heart beat of mine she did take.
She stopped my heart with that phone call to my home,
to let me know he left her all alone.
To come to be with me for the week,
I felt faint, near death so very weak.
I at that time carried what I thought to be a seed of love,
now I know it was a seed of deception and I wish we used a glove.
But I bought into the lies and deceit,
and all of his needs I did want to meet.
But God must had another plan,
cause I did lose my baby from that man.
I hate myself for feeling a sigh of relieve,
but only for the loss of a possible family with him I grieve.
How horrible I still feel,
to know that this poor woman is left to deal,
with her husband of only 7 months,
and he already had been with me that must be tough.
So I know the feelings of hurt that go so deep,
so deep they take your breath away, you cant say a peep.
But even these bastards and hoes we meet,
help us to stand stronger each day and love better the new people we meet.
(c)MadCurves
