The guy with the flowers and the milk tray
So sorry, she’s having an affair
With me
I’m your friend too
Strange the things we do
Just sort of happened
You would understand if it wasn’t you
We should end it, walk away
Start another day
We won't
Not till all the cards are played
We know the end
The hurt, the betrayal
The words they say
You, they hate the most
Now the ghost
Doors are closed
Family walk away
Strange, the marriage stronger than ever now
I did that
Self-congratulations as I walk away
Yet I don't see the gratitude coming my way.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 6th, 2022 04:40
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
nicely expressed
the sacrifices we make
enjoyed
Dahlia
Thanks, Dahlia
The end of something, making something else stronger? It can be. Intriguing and thought provoking. Good write!
Thanks, Bella
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