A Burden in Disguise
My first attempt at a poem that isn't written in rhymed couplets, hope it's okay.
I see you on his arm, You’re perfect and I’m jealous. I need you, I want you, He must come to some harm. I caught him alone, In a dark alley. One shot did it, He didn’t even moan. A little wooing and you’re mine, I can’t get enough of you. My life is finally perfect, You’re my angel, my favorite wine. Two months later you’re my bane, You nag and won’t shut up, You can’t cook, can’t clean, Spend tons to look like a queen....