Tell Me Something

by

Stephan Hovell

The game of life we play,to have a dream wife oneday,goodbye to your saturday,lets vote to drink on sunday. The man she eyed up and roped in,she must break,and wipe his grin,as if she goes by some old flow,break that cowboy or lose your beau. Does she no longer want the stag,she fought so hard for as a lad,for her eyes only understand,to be touched by no stray hand. She must feel ugly,since time`s gone by,to only see green through her eye,she`ll answer to this at no ones whim,you`ld think she could at least explain to him. Does she not feel his love for her,has jealousy numbed that sense,is it to her eye only that it must occur,so he jumps the fence. A marrage gone down the drain,she pretends there is no pain,two hearts asunder,not just one,a yard the kids were used to,where they were haveing fun.

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from: Boise, ID, US

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