'A'
By Blythe
Torn between lovers, one for love, one for pleasure It all began with 'desperate times call for desperate measures' Bear the scarlet letter upon your chest Show them all you've failed the test Slept in one bed the night before Awoke in another, there's the door Wicked woman, submit to lust Scarlet letter, who's to trust You betrayed your husband, lied to his face Curse you lady, leave this peaceful place Scarlet patch soaked in crimson tears Treason of the heart, wasting of the years A noble man you have deceived With open arms you were received A man of honor, a man does not deserve A man you were to love, a man you were to serve Bear this 'A' over what should've been a heart And pray cursed woman that you shan't fall apart Written January 15th, 2002 © on Jan 14 2002 03:01 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Torn between lovers, one for love, one for pleasure..."