Message To My X

I fell in love at thirteen You might say I was quite green I held his hand tight He was out of sight But now he’s being so mean! At camp, spent days in a tent His pride had taken a dent We made up just fine That sweet boy of mine But now he seems so hell bent. He needs some joy in his life And though he has a great wife A friend’s always nice To add some more spice But he’s afraid of the strife. I’d shower him with such joy But he's a silly old boy He won’t come to play He must have his way My heart he’s used like a toy! “My dear, why can’t you be nice? Before you end it- think twice Between you and me Let’s make harmony You’ve made me pay a high price!