I was thrown into a mess
With anything but distress
I was asked to smile,
even from a mile
So that I could be with,
my lonely self for a while
But after all those lies
And sacrifice
I was just a trophy wife
I remember as a kid
My mother used to say,
Life is a bliss
But now that I think,
In my life that part is a miss
I never knew I would come
Sails away
Only to be called a trophy wife
To them I am just a morning ray
of the new eve
Which only lasts for a day
No promise for tomorrow
Wishing a good day would be morrow
Even if I bring them glory
I am nothing more than a trophy...
From
Elizabeth
The former wife.
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