Bed of Roses

One of the phases of the second ex-Mrs. Frye...

The note you left was short not sweet,
you barely said goodbye;
then moved across the country
with that rich, good-looking guy.
You come back knocking at my door,
you're tattered and you're torn;
you made your bed of roses...
now go sleep upon the thorns.

Reviews

[.......]

OO! Ouch! Like the steam of this write. Amazing write. Rhyme scheme and flow spot on. Loved this!

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

a sleek and arbitrary look into a world most dont dare to enter, well done, good read.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

You made your bed, now lie in it..........awesome!