KISS THE GOOD LIFE GOODBYE

Image result for woman weeping alone in painting

She loved him, and it was sweet how she did.

Her husband was her father. He treated her like a kid.

She needed equal love

And he gladly complied.

He loved her. She was beautiful. But her love for him died.

He wouldn’t give up the good life, he

Had children and wrote beautiful poetry.

All she had was his love, but it changed to hate

Because he had the good life, and wouldn’t make her the one. He wanted her to wait.

He loved her, but he came to be seen

As the lover who was always in between.

He found her in parts, in a poem or a kiss.

She decided to be the one. He always would miss.

 

 

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