I Am The Loving Wife

I am a product of the seventies,
Drugs, sex and rock and roll.
Mom never said to save my self.
The devil had my soul.

I was a seasoned woman.
Filled on the spice of life
I had no shame, I lived it up
I had all kinds of fun.

Before I knew it, it was the eighties.
So I thought I should get married.

I married not for love,
but for security.
I was f*cked around to many times,
by Mr. Handsome, Charming, Witty.

He doesn't smoke or drink at all.
He's an average looking man.
'A real safe bet' I told myself.
It's time to settle down.

I really loved him, guess I still do
But not the way he wants me to.

Fifteen years is a long time,
Two kids and memories.
All chokes me like a vine.

In the nineties I got God.
A Jesus Freak, a Holy Roller.
The devil gave me a wink and nod,
Knowing my strength and weakness too.

Staying out of obedience to the Lord,
resentments stuffed and stored.
After all a promise is a promise,
Even if I'm totally bored.

I don't want to break his heart,
It's now my lot in life.
At the sake of my own happiness,
I am the loving wife.
K
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