I guess you can call this a verse to my spouse…
I glance at the stranger that now shares my house,
From where did he walk in and steal my life,
I do not remember being this mans’ wife.

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

There once was once upon a time,
In a different story, different rhyme,
A light that shone on the horizon for me,
But he blacked it out, I’m too blind to see.

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

For now two strangers that pass in the night,
Sleep in silent conflict in a bed of spite,
For one them must simply turn away,
Or there will not be another day.

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

Despicable stranger that stands at my door,
Wanting my body and nothing more,
A single gold chain link to remind,
There was a time when things were kind.

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

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