She looked down
her turned up nose
at him
always thought
she married beneath her
her life
sold for a song
(TORNA A SORRIENTO)
Her dreams gone
to rack & ruin
all for the promise of being
Mrs. Somebody
the excitement of a wedding
ring.
Her life ending here
an old empty cliché.
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