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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,
Its in his arms, she lay.

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

At work he says hes busy,
At night hes working too,
But shes cooked a special dinner,
And she wonders if hell be home soon.

The excuses that hes 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 womans 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 thats left,
Is a deep, dark gaping hole.

The kids are at her mothers,
Shes asleep upon the bed,
Her face is warm, her breathing slow,
But deep inside, shes dead.

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

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