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Array ( [sid] => 67965 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => ...FOOL... [time] => 2004-10-18 18:51:40 [hometext] => ...A POEM ABOUT CHEATERS... [bodytext] => They took vows at their wedding,
To love honour and obey,
And as they both lie down to sleep,
It’s in his arms, she lay.

They share a special secret,
A truly special bond,
She loves him each and every way,
Does she know she’s being conned?

At work he says he’s busy,
At night he’s working too,
But she’s cooked a special dinner,
And she wonders if he’ll be home soon.

The excuses that he’s working late,
The secrets and the flowers,
And not to excuse the simple fact,
Of the constant midnight showers.

She found it one bright morning,
When cleaning out his pocket,
The residue of lipstick,
And a “lingerie purchased” docket.

So she grabbed his phone and dialled,
The number in the cell,
And when she heard the woman’s voice,
Told her to go to hell.

She sat and waited patiently,
Watching the clock beside the bed,
And at the stroke of midnight,
In he stumbled, cold and wet.

He saw his cell upon the bed,
He saw her full packed bag,
He told her he was sorry,
But that only made her mad.

“You expect me just to stay here,
And be treated like a fool?
Well you can bloody go to hell,
You and that ***** tool”

She took her bag, she grabbed her keys,
She drove into the night,
She had to go and have a think,
About her children and her plight.

She married him because she loved him,
With all her heart and soul,
But in chest, and all that’s left,
Is a deep, dark gaping hole.

The kids are at her mother’s,
She’s asleep upon the bed,
Her face is warm, her breathing slow,
But deep inside, she’s dead.
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...FOOL...

Contributed by teagy03 on Monday, 18th October 2004 @ 06:51:40 PM in AEST
Topic: LostLove

They took vows at their wedding,
To love honour and obey,
And as they both lie down to sleep,
It’s in his arms, she lay.

They share a special secret,
A truly special bond,
She loves him each and every way,
Does she know she’s being conned?

At work he says he’s busy,
At night he’s working too,
But she’s cooked a special dinner,
And she wonders if he’ll be home soon.

The excuses that he’s working late,
The secrets and the flowers,
And not to excuse the simple fact,
Of the constant midnight showers.

She found it one bright morning,
When cleaning out his pocket,
The residue of lipstick,
And a “lingerie purchased” docket.

So she grabbed his phone and dialled,
The number in the cell,
And when she heard the woman’s voice,
Told her to go to hell.

She sat and waited patiently,
Watching the clock beside the bed,
And at the stroke of midnight,
In he stumbled, cold and wet.

He saw his cell upon the bed,
He saw her full packed bag,
He told her he was sorry,
But that only made her mad.

“You expect me just to stay here,
And be treated like a fool?
Well you can bloody go to hell,
You and that ***** tool”

She took her bag, she grabbed her keys,
She drove into the night,
She had to go and have a think,
About her children and her plight.

She married him because she loved him,
With all her heart and soul,
But in chest, and all that’s left,
Is a deep, dark gaping hole.

The kids are at her mother’s,
She’s asleep upon the bed,
Her face is warm, her breathing slow,
But deep inside, she’s dead.

Copyright Â© teagy03 ... [ 2004-10-18 18:51:40]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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