But not for me, I know a man of the faraway land, who used to hold my hand, I thought he was a man of the sand, but he was, just a man. He writes poetry, I thought it was for me? Upon conclusion you see, I find out it wasn't really for me. He said he loves me, like no one else, calls me his true love. How does a man, who can't understand what love is, while holding your hand, stand? Day and night, he had me going, like no man can. I knew I could stand. He was not the man from the sand. I found out the toad was a prince you see, and I really thought he was the one for me. How can a man, who holds your hand, not in the sand, stand? He was from the underworld, Mars the God of War. Was I just one more, on his endless list of no mores?
I am Venus, here me pour. I thought I was loved so much, he had a genuine touch, not to light and not too much. I dreamed volumes to him at night, day, and every which way. He was a mystery, a phantom, a dream, my happiness in all things. I had hope, love, and care; but every time I looked for him he was not there, did he really care? We can say, oh babe, but I love you more than any other woman, but this man was not any man, and certainly not the man from the sand. I digress, because I am under the stress, of this mess, I have gotten myself in and I did not pass this test. I was always a test, just a jest, not like the rest. He put our love to the test. He could have just loved me like no other, but I found out, I was more like a brother. I guess you have to be famous, a model, or a doormat, I am not sure, but what once was love and friendship is now a blur, he showed me how he loved just me.
I am a set of emails, and bad calls, no love life to speak of, just on the call. I thought he really loved me, but then I saw his life, he was not the man I thought, the one who would show me through his poetry, the love that he had, just for me. Oh no, how sad, not for me. I was just another, like all the rest, yet he tested and tested, and what a mess you see. A man who loves you does not call you names, and lay all the blame. I didn't know what was wrong you see, but through his background investigation, I wasn't the one for him, not me. I was embarrassed and harassed, chased around, in a mad dash, and then comes the crash. How do you trust someone, who doesn't trust no one? You can't live your life on the run, eventually the mess will catch up to someone. I am not his enemy, but I can promise you, he will not trust me again. I think this romance has reached the end. This is the saddest story in history because if he just loved me like I did him, then our love would still be flourishing, and not reaching its end.
I can forgive almost anything, but not laying the blame on the innocent thing, me. I think I will put on my walking shoes, as he gives me no choice, and I wasn't a choose. This fairytale ended too soon, but he would have tore me apart from what I can see, if this is how he loves then it is not the love for me. I need a kind man, loving with care, not one blaming me for this romantic tear. After all, was he really there, I begged and pleaded for his love you see, and this is what returned to me. Nothing but sad, disappointment it seems, I am not considered his friend, as I am too mean. I will not put up with being a thing, I am first rate or I am nothing. I am not going to play second to his women, his anger, his tearing me apart, if he loved me then where was his true heart, he wasn't the only one with a broken one. I too have had my bad loves, why could he not judge me and put me above.
A man that says your not his kind, too fat, ugly, or old that's not my kind. I feel he knew before I did, I am not really even sure he loved me at all. I was more like an experiment that went wrong. He is not the overlooking kind, he hurt me, but acts like its mine. A mind that is split can not endure, not love that is for sure. Two bank pages was not me, and now I find out I am the enemy. Love does not set up the other you see, only a cruel man would do this to me. My love was true, but he never knew, I was not his kind not a movie star, not a model you see, I was quite ordinary, not the perfect one for he. I have never been so slammed, no wham bam thank you mam, just let me strip you down, treat you like a clown, a joke, and without the poke. I guess this was an awakening for me, I was in a cloud but just me. He had control the whole time, and now I see, I was never really on his mind. I am an edit you see from a long list of his poetry. I was so stupid I thought it was for me, and now I find out, it was his history. A man who loves does not show you a flick, without a ......guess......but that was my legacy, not important to him it seems just another game, joke, and an edit of his history. The end, I am done, I am not even sure, I will not come undone, butI am joke you see, no one will take me seriously. Morale, if you really love someone, be kind not cruel, its in the heart of the one who says they love You!! Becareful, love can be so grand or tear you apart, without no heart, there is no love.......becareful!!