Goodbye Cheater: My Heart Will Go On
In future years I’m giddy
Shows this crystal ball I yield
And while the last climb is the steepest
Heights aren’t on my list of fears
And you, you feared your forties
Saw some gray atop your head
But they were mole holes to the mountain
Of the words you should have said
Still you said nothing with your mouth
Talked all that body talk with her
And now you want to talk forgiveness
As if ‘sorry’ was the cure
Your words are syllables of anguish
Piled high from all the trysts
That you have twisted to paint pictures
Of the blame I have for this
I’ve grown too fat
I’ve lost my mojo
I’ve been cranky for too long
I’m at fault for global warming and that stupid ‘Thrift Shop’ song
But all is well and you are free
Like Donald Trump of any tact
My heart’s still torn, no doubt about it
But it’s not you who’ll sew it back
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