I beat my breast
For your unfaithfulness;
You have drained me
Beyond measure.
You cut my heart;
My life bleeds out,
And only for your pleasure.
I lost myself,
my soul for you;
It seemed you were a treasure.
I beat my breast
For your unfaithfulness;
You have drained me
Beyond measure.
Anna Maria
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unfaithful-early-poems/
