I had a nightmare I married the wrong one
The world turned to hell for the evil we had done
He cursed me so I cursed him
Our kids learned so much hate
I had a dream of finding the right man
We were real
Far from perfect
He respected me so I respected him
Never allowing each others lights to grow dim
Our children learned there can be a happy home
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Author:
Amanda Klessig (Sunshine) (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 5th, 2024 20:14
- Category: Love
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Comments2
"We were real far from perfect "
Great line
Enjoyed the read
Keep shining
Thank you for reading. 🙂
Perfection can be a nightmare.
truth
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