Triangles
Their are so many triangles in my life,
not one but many, as if he has no wife.
Its the wrong finger where his wedding ring fits,
he lies to all the little ditz.
Its been eight years, I thought he would change,
all he did was rearrange.
He's not my husband, I am his wife,
how long will triangles overcome my life....
Copyright © Christine Vancooney | Year Posted 2006
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