Union Or Delusion
He lives with her and says for sure, that's where he wants to be.
A lovely wife, who hides her strife, how attractive; Not to me.
Though she did stray, he chose to stay, defending love unkind.
He claims success, when it's a mess; A delusion of the mind.
He comes to me for I am free, my mind and soul complete.
I do not reflect; I have self-respect and can't settle for defeat.
It's difficult to say why he won't stay, perhaps I'm just to real.
He can't fool me, for I can see beyond ones fake appeal.
He will not leave, though she'll deceive and hide behind her fear.
It's way too late to close that gate; He would rather die than veer.
There was a time it crossed my mind, he'd pick this maiden fair.
This is me, miss reality, and he's not going anywhere.
Although I know that time will show, mistakes burn deep, ask me?
For I've been there without passions flare, and I lived in misery.
At least I know I'm not a show, but it seems that's what they crave.
A challenge, please! I'll never tease and you can mark that on my grave!
Copyright © Angela Crabtree | Year Posted 2008
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