Love, in the arms, of another, that was, what, he’d hoped to find, as his own wife became, cold, stiff, and detached when he’d FUCKED her!
Love, in the arms, of another, you’d hoped, to find that here, as you’d come to my doorsteps tonight, but, I’m, tired, of being your WHORE, as I’d, longed for you, during the daytime too, and yet, I’m only, destined to, exist, as the night, as she still has, your days…
not my sketch…
Love, in the arms, of another, I won’t be the “another”, whose arms, you thought, that love was found in. You’d, used me, took advantage of me, drained me dry, and now, I am, pulling, the PLUGS here!
Love, in the arms, of another, this, is NEVER, EVER right, no matter how you rationalize, and just because you ladies couldn’t FUCKING keep those LOSER husbands’ of yours’ DICKS in check, and they’d, come to the doorsteps of their separate WHORES, that still doesn’t make you, the VICTIMS, because marriage is how two becomes one, and you are, partially, to BLAME, when those M***ER F***ERS (maxed out, remember???) CHEAT on you.
Love, in the arms of another, uh, yeah right, the only LOVING arms I will EVER need would be, M-I-N-E-S, and right now, these loving arms of mine are still, wrapping myself TIGHT!
Life, the Obstacle Course 