Trample, More Like Trampled
Trampled underfoot
Two words that describe my life
Initially my first fiancée
And latterly my wife
To be cheated on
Then a broken trust
In monetary and in love
Like ageing bread, I'd be the crust
To their Lions
Is where I awake
Dazed and confused
How much more can I take
My peripheral world is hazy
Whom we meet, their sometimes not
Trample, more like trampled
My name is James, forget me not
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2012
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