The more tender his kisses, the harder the blows will be, that, is the rule, that’s already been, ETCHED in S-T-O-N-E!
You know that he’s not good to you, and yet, you can’t help it, but feel drawn to him for some, unknown reasons. The more tender his kisses, the way he’d, licked your baby smooth, silky skin, it’d, made you feel flushed, doesn’t it? That very first time, you had, NO clue of what’s to come next…
like this??? Photo from online…
The more tender his kisses, the harder his blow will be, that, is the rule of thumb, with every single man you’d ever, been with, and yet, you still, can’t help, but feel, attracted, to the LOSER bunch? How many times, will it, take you, to finally, realize, that you weren’t, “made” for love, huh? That, you’re, destined, to be, all alone, on your own, that you can’t, find that special someone, who’ll, love you, like you know you, rightfully, deserved?..
The more tender his kisses, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, why would it matter now, it’s, all said and done! You’d, looked at that stranger, staring, BACK at you from the mirrors, and, found it quite strange, that she’d, copied, your, every last movement………
the before, not my sketch…and, the after, not my photo…
The more tender is kisses, why don’t you, just, pull yourself, BACK out, huh? You can call on G-O-D, but, he wouldn’t answer your S.O.S. calls, he’d, abandoned you, long, long, long ago already, remember? Besides, haven’t you learned, that MEN can’t be, counted on?
Life, the Obstacle Course 