by Sharon
(Macon, Ga USA)
Once upon this life I love, a whore did come to call;
Out of spite, my husband answered, risking to lose it all.
My number One, my very best friend, the one who shares my bed;
Decided to stray, and went too far, forgetting the one he had Wed.
I can't explain the way i feel, i'm numb, i'm hurt, i'm sad;
I never imagined feeling like this, and that it would hurt so bad.
I don't understand, how this could happen, did i even cross your mind?
And what made you pick, this nasty whore, is that the best you could find?
Your family, your home and the life that you know, hang on merely by a thread;
While hopes and dreams, and the love once shared, are gone and apparently dead.