I pity my soon to be wife
For she probably has plans
Great
Big
Plans
For herself and us
I can see her eyes
Full of ambition and energy
Like a fire
A roaring fire
That never dies out
Burning and passionate
Yet she is stuck with a mad man
With the only consolation being my sweet words
YOU ARE READING
A Madman's Attempt at Writing
PoetryNothing to see here. Just a guy writting down his misery. Please move along