Accusations
I'm tired of your jealousy
I am filled with frustration,
Extremely sick of this bullsh!t
And your stupid accusations.
I am married to you
You're the one that has my soul,
My heart belongs to you, only
But, this, you should already know.
I said my vows, in front of God
Pledged to you, my love,
I have kept my promise to you
As God listened, from above.
Why would I do something hurtful
Like sleep with a stranger next door?
Who in the HELL do you, think I am
Some d@mn neighbourhood wh*re?
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Dec.18/2006
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