We said our vows
in front of a crowd
of well wishers
and family.
We moved in
as husband and wife
and started a life
not in sin but love.
How quickly love turns sour
our wedding rings
they came to symbolise
flings and lies.
How quickly love dies.
The ring now just a band
of cold gold encompassing
a finger filled with hate.
A poison ring,
no longer are we yin to yang.
Yet the upswing to this decline
is that I watch the crystalline water
on a recliner, paid for by your life
Insurance.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 2:46 PM UTC
We said our vows
in front of a crowd
of well wishers
and family.
We moved in
as husband and wife
and started a life
not in sin but love.
How quickly love turns sour
our wedding rings
they came to symbolise
flings and lies.
How quickly love dies.
The ring now just a band
of cold gold encompassing
a finger filled with hate.
A poison ring,
no longer are we yin to yang.
Yet the upswing to this decline
is that I watch the crystalline water
on a recliner, paid for by your life
Insurance.
Request permission to use this poem