True Love**
LOL You always find the coolest poems!
When he is late for dinner and I know he must be either having an affair or lying dead in the middle of the street,
I always hope he’s dead.**
Because dead would hurt less than knowing he cheated on you. Sounds like my kind of woman. :)
Good morning, GG! That poem is one of the most real slices of life I’ve read and I give it a 10.