I'M Tired Jen

I AM TIRED JEN (THE ALIBI) 

Lips and hair and style and grace,
Conserted effort to paint that face,
Creams and perfume, a smell divine,
Lace and silk that were once mine.

Stench of deciept hangs in the air, 
Slips on her heels without a care,
Where once was love, detest now thrives, 
As she brings infidelity into our lives. 

Contacts a friend, her alibi now set, 
She lies and leaves with zero regret, 
My soul is cleaved, my heart is riven, 
Destroyed my being, she is never forgiven.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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