By Just L
Date: 2014 Oct 16
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Partly cloudy, clearing overnight

Life with him was a three ring circus
He played games, the double-crossing kind
She watched clouds move across the sky
He said, “I like chocolate”
Pie, that is
But the question was not about a sweet course
And he certainly wasn’t
He deceived, took, and wanted more still
But nothing could fill that hole
She worked, gave gifts, and played
Because it soothed her soul
And so the dream went
Where nothing made sense
Yet it was funny
Just the same
Because it was her life
Only she is no longer the same
And he is out of his tree

Just L
October 15, 2014