Random Thoughts *42* Monotetra 2
I woke today, my heart was sore
from what took place the day before.
My wife said she could stand no more.
Depression soars, depression soars
We'd been together fifteen years.
Anniversary drawing near.
her suffering I could not hear,
to wipe her tears, to wipe her tears.
She told me she fell out of love
because my career came above.
Now finally she'd had enough,
it's getting rough, it's getting rough.
I can't believe I could not see,
my beautiful bride leaving me.
My legs gave out, dropped to my knees
and tried to plea, I tried to plea.
Jared Pickett
12/17/2006
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Copyright © Jared Pickett | Year Posted 2010
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