We Can Win

Unfair

You are engaged to the perfect wife to be.

I was the cutesy, wishful thinking type.

I had curly hair, not straight.

I had small breasts, nothing worth a handful.

I wanted a long-lasting erotic scene, you couldn't keep up.

She is tall, has thicker skin, and a hands-on approach.

She got you a nine to five job, something I possessed.

She gave you a hand in buying your dream car.

She was your hand into adulthood.

I was working on a degree.

You plant kisses on her chest.

I got a peck every once in a while.

You tell her you love her in front of me.

I barely received an "I like you."

She captivates your head.

I only dwell, because you delivered the pain.

You broke a confident wall.

It was shattered, a sea of debris.

You deserve an equal hit,

Except you were delivered happiness.

I dwell, because it's unfair