AFFAIR

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COUNTRY POEMS

I'm sitting here, my dear.
I'm all alone, in my home.
I'm in my bed lying. I'm crying.
I'm crying in my bed. All these thoughts in my head.
Comfort me, see instead.

Affair.

Come to my place. Put a smile on my face.
My husband, see, does'nt me understand.
He does'nt want to hold my hand.
He works 9-5. I really don't feel alive.
No attention to me, see does he pay.
He's gone, all day. We can play.

Affair.

Weekends, he's with his friends.
This does'nt end.
They are all male. I think I have failed as
a wife.
I'd love to stab him with a knife.

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