CRIES FROM THE GRAVE

She bears his name

Flaunts treasures meant for me.

She walks around my house

Throwing her deprived bosom on my furniture

Pacing through my now unpolished floors

Prancing about my garden

My roses withering finer than I

She takes all that is mine

Lives my life                       

And every night she spreads her legs around my man

Loves him in a way I no longer can

Yet again he forgets to water my grave.

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