Life unfolds into different forms,
cycles repeated cause most fail to overstand the hidden meanings
of past experiences
making excuses for the continued abuses,
not drugs or alcohol,
but
abuse of the soul
saying its love,
when deep inside you know it's only part-time lust,
I love you while my flesh engulfs your insides,
but
once outside your aura I'm off
exploring between the next woman's thighs
is it my genes that cause my manhood to roam?
The one's I thought I truly loved still got played
without the use of a plastic glove
never been caught, but
now that I've changed from false to true.
The one I allowed to enter my forbidden left chamber
has ruined me with my own poisonous views.