He's undisciplined, nothing is absolute His body unruly and almost never resolute Voracious is his terrible ceaseless passion He dare not face them in any fashion
Their feral nature overtakes and consumes Their heated avarice endlessly resumes Up to them he slowly and slyly slides Along the outskirts of his nature he hides
Always performing verbal machination Trembling fingers holding his trepidation What he says to others he cannot hear Divorcing from the world he holds so dear
Tremoring fingertips to hold his grip now faining His desires and passions caged with his tears raining In those few seconds when his eyes are held wide His indelible unsatisfiable need for love he can't hide
The simple fact is most men don't want a ready made family, and without something more they don't really want a woman with another man's child.The fact that you are in your spot says to most men that you make poor decisions about choosing a man. Many others will be wondering what you did that made the babies dad leave you. Most every man is going be logical and think how much it costs to raise a child today, and is he really ready to put that much onto raising another man's child. Others will be thinking what if the guy is a crumb and trouble maker, what trouble lays in wait for the future. I see this a lot now. It's a shame so many women choose to make such poor decisions concerning their future. It's an epidemic today.
It costs as much as $60,000 a year to house inmates in some places. That's a crime to spend so much for those doing wrong and then those of us doing right get the bill?? Where is our money for being good?? Does that seem right to anyone?
Now if the inmates had to work and completely support themselves that's different. But to make the good pay so much for the bad is just wrong.
theromancepoet Forum Posts (184)
Could You Love A Poet?
Could You Love A Poet?He's undisciplined, nothing is absolute
His body unruly and almost never resolute
Voracious is his terrible ceaseless passion
He dare not face them in any fashion
Their feral nature overtakes and consumes
Their heated avarice endlessly resumes
Up to them he slowly and slyly slides
Along the outskirts of his nature he hides
Always performing verbal machination
Trembling fingers holding his trepidation
What he says to others he cannot hear
Divorcing from the world he holds so dear
Tremoring fingertips to hold his grip now faining
His desires and passions caged with his tears raining
In those few seconds when his eyes are held wide
His indelible unsatisfiable need for love he can't hide