What Does She Have To Say About You
You're married man,
But you don't care.
It's not the
Woman or the
Mermaids that are
Your Romance.
It's dark alleys
and indiscretion
that make you
******.
It sickens me,
though we are
the same,
Except you
Fail to Admit
Who you are.
And your wiriness
Doesn't become
a Married Man.
And death we
Do not part.
Copyright © Ian D. Campbell | Year Posted 2013
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