Choosing divorce is not an actual crime,
but remember dear
it's your choice not mine,
just feels like I've wasted my time,
time spent loving you dear,
now I resent every f**king year.
Each and every day
I so easily gave away
gave my all to you,
You, who doesn't have a clue
about the things I do and don't do.
I've spent half my life with you
us two together,
thought we'd weather the weather
whatever the weather together
but now you don't want me
you really are a cheeky begger.
Still the rest of my life
will be for my daughter and me,
no more wondering
'where could my husband be? '
because soon, of you ,
I will be free
and in time you'll see
what I look like when I'm happy
A contest entry
- Wasted time? by Talitha777.
1000 points, ended December 21, 2008, 26 entries
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