Does your heart get heavy when you crawl out of her bed?
Tiptoeing to the front door before the tears are shed,
Little whispers and whimpers are heard,
A little after breaking the walls around the heart that once barred.
One fine day I had spent in your company from dusk to dawn,
Unaware of the battles afterward that went on and on.
Quite expected out of one naïve soul like me,
Had I any clue, forlorn, as lost as I could be.
Till now my will’s withheld perhaps forgotten with other promises;
They’re buried under my honor and your thousand kisses.
Now, I await the next little prey to fetch for you,
Taking little rounds in those dark alleys in your game for two.