Charles M. Moore - Maybe this time

She was so happy
she met someone kind
for cruelty was something
that played on her mind
of course there were others
who made her feel cheap
who abused her affections
and cut her quite deep

He felt so proud
when she called out his name
for names were a torture
that played on his brain
he lived with a few girls
who made him feel small
who took plain advantage
and cut off his balls

They stepped up together
a meeting of minds
with love for each other
as two of a kind
they somehow felt bonded
eyes hiding the pain
maybe this time
and never again.

Charles M. Moore

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