When the priest asked for objections
I was already standing up
Supporting my friend in her projection
Of a life filled with happiness and love
Through rose colored glasses she did see
A mistake unbeknownst to her
Thinking this is how love should be
And is typical behind many closed doors
In the bottom of his glass he will see
Blurred memories of yesterday
Never realizing he can't be free
If he keeps living his life this way
Unwilling to admit he needs her
She holds on tightly to their past
Thinking they can still be forever
Wishing she could just have him back
2.3.08
The Alcoholic Spouse
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