Weak

She is credulous and clueless...waiting for affection, needing to be cherished but she's looking through in every one of some unacceptable spots...

You can't search for affection in a coldhearted hooligan

His adoration is for the roads, that rush, those quick dollars, and never for a lady

But you actually have another man longing for your consideration, your time, just to hear your voice

Try not to choose not to move on youngster...

You picked your destiny

You made your bed and presently lie in it

You remained with a man that never cherished you, treasured you, and show you how a lady should be dealt with

He will not at any point know your worth

He will not at any point realize how good you are without him since you were never over him

Your lips are saying you will not at any point take him back however your heart says another

Asking for him to take you back, to adore you

He was rarely yours...

As he rests with you his brain was thinking about another

While he had intercourse with you he envisioned that it was her

To you needed to accept that he was faithful...but that adoration was rarely responded

Have you not learned child?

You can't clutch the man that is as yet a kid

Whimsical in the entirety of his ways. Never needing to commit. Never needing to be enamored.

A silly adolescence that gave another spirit what he guaranteed you...