Never Sorry
With that look of fear,
tempting glances of distain,
How dare she expect so much?
A warm embrace,
tender touch,
became so much;
a tiny breath,
little fingers,
tiny toes.
Yes, stare at me with disgust.
I was enough to love,
I was enough to lay with,
I was your' support,
I was your' lust,
Now,
I am just your' regret.
You wanted in my bed,
fake promises of future past,
now that she is here,
your' ambitions waining.
Sperm donor,
Absent parent,
Never Sorry.
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