A Fistful Of Words

13 Feb 2012

Dear Wife

You never smile anymore,

Since you died you’re such a bore.

Before I walked through that door

And discovered you’re a whore

Now you just sit on your ass,

Eyes vacant like orbs of glass

You never want to go for a walk,

We always just sit and talk

No, you can’t leave the basement!

Part of your punishment is this placement.

Stop, I don’t want to hear this.

No more arguing, give me a kiss.

You should’ve known when you became my wife

We’d be together, longer than life.

Why did you have to cheat?

Why’d you force me to spill that blood so sweet?

I’ll put you in this dress of black,

And you’ll wait here till I come back

See you tonight, my dear.

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