It’s Friday night she’ll have to do it
again,
He’ll climb aboard her and put it all the
way in,
It used to be love but that was many years
ago,
She just lies there quietly and waits till
it ends,
Her heart many miles away she always with
him,
She’s now a web addict sends her into a
spin,
One day she’ll meet him she wonders if he’s
thin,
That was great last night what’s for
breakfast he smile,
Passing he slaps her buttocks gives her a
big wide grin,
She’s counting the minutes when he’s out
the door,
The car leaves the driveway she waves and
smiles,
Soon he’s out of sight she soon covered in
tears,
Marriage can be a great blessing or a huge
mistake,
Chose wisely set an example for the next
generation,
It’s the children who are the victims in
the end.
You haven’t a load of money, and you can’t
afford a lawyer, you getting married, your not sure if it’s your money she is
after she wonders too, the cost of the break up is what is worrying you, your
attached but detached but aware of the human cost, when love is turned to
bitterness and it happens quite a lot, the rivalry that ensues regardless of
pain or cost, the legacy we leave to those following not money but the hurt and
emotional cost, that deep down scar that reminds you every time when the
subject comes up for air, the what if’s the maybe’s the regrets that contain,
the fear that does not allow you to forget, basically, I’ve just described the
addiction of love, love is not an addiction, love is the condition you should
be feeling and it only happens when we use the heart, when you forget how to
love you become an addicted person, and the world has been conditioned to love
everything but love itself, amen!
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