Married a few years,
Sex a little bit predictable,
Farting in each other's company,
Sanitary towels left in bathrooms,
Stained underpants on bedroom floors -
Worn and frayed like a familiar old sweater:
Should I leave?
I doubt I'd fare much better.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You certainly tell it like it is... but delightfully and poetically. love, Allie x x x x