Love is lost no going back

Just a ramble

You b***h. You stinking hoar. You stand there expecting more. I gave you marriage and the diamond ring I gave you everything. My heart, My soul, My very core. Now it is my turn to slam the door. You ask how to fix, what can’t be undone. Simple babe, you had your fun. Innocent, you claim to be. Now you mean nothing to me. You are a troll, a virus too. Be gone women, No more do I love you. Copyright G. E. Ward ©2015