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growing up in the south

a silent explanation between lovers

a look that describes what caused them trouble

there was theft,lies,and times with others

it took no time for them to discover

first they wed,then hit bed,now newlyweds

they want to shed the label,brought to them by fables

you must live as man and wife,they heard that all their life

all the fighting,and the lying,caused the crying,now the love is dying

i was trying,the man thought,and was my fault first time we fought

it was her,twas your word,but you sure got what you deserve

cause it was him,a second man,that started all the thoughts that i cant stand

ill be damned,was her retort,i knew this love would be short

i thought it all when we would court,you were the cheating sort

i should have never,shared myself,i should have went on to someone else

but i chose you,and now you do,tell my all that we are though

i feel the same,and feel no shame,and am growing tired of this game

so both they go,and now they know,it was the bible,this is so

that wrecked their life,made them man and wife,and now they sleep alone tonight

This poem was written by chris bowen on Jun 18, 2008.

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