Marriage Mafia

by RainbowSlider   Aug 26, 2007


Remember the day we died.
There was no place to hide.
How we learn to behave.
You decorated our grave.
The family became everything.
We were reduced to nothing.
I tried to find the crime boss.
Just to inform him of the loss.
Surely he would bring flowers.
Our love had grown so sour.
We had become a cheap facsimile.
The day we were replaced by family.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Isabella

    Facinating indeed.

  • 17 years ago

    by Kris

    Interesting, I like it.