Not Your Typical Ballad
Two hearts were once one;
one myopic and one torn.
Little did one know
indecisive Cupid planned to re-shoot his bow.
His dream was to live a long, happy life
and avoid arguments, disagreements, and strife.
Her dream was sought with another man
leaving her husband lonely and confused with all of their land.
The kids they had ten years ago
had no idea why they had to go
until the other man took their mom’s hand
and hatred, disgust, and betrayal crossed the kid’s minds.
All were hurt, but she was not.
She had a new job and a man that was not that hot.
He was her boss, she was a lustful employee;
her husband kept the house, land, and all the money kept under lock and key.
She learned it was not worth it at all
and came begging for her life back; she returned at the beginning of fall.
It would never be the same
and all that was left was for her and her husband to play the “perfect marriage” game.
It is all a front—a show.
The world does not, but the family knows.
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