Never met a girl like her,
She just betrayed me.
Thought she had the upper hand,
She can't placate me.
She lied and that girl tried but
She wouldn't shake me.
Tried to use me like a song,
She couldn't play me.
Every little bit of self control I had was thrown directly out the door.
Little did she know I would fight a bitch on sight had this been a different whore.
Very lucky she was when we met again and the court had seen her lies.
Had I gone away for some made up shit, I would've had paid her a surprise.
Moving on has been so good,
Home's always been him.
Got engaged, took family pics,
Our outfits twinned him.
Started building what we could,
Fell in love again.
Adventured more than ever,
Then I married him.
Happiness is found in him,
When I cant find my own.
As said before this man of mine,
Has always been my home.
He keeps me safe and warm at night,
Grounded from which I'd roamed.
I love this man, my whole existence,
This man to me the gods hath loaned.
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PoetryThis is what I like to call my catch all of random poetry I've written and a story is to be told in each and every one. It's up to you to decide whether they are good or bad stories. Feel free to let me know what you think in any of my writtings. I'...
