Im sorry if my perfume makes you sneeze it smelled sweet to me so i gained a few maybe more Like you should talk mr. Dicky doo so the house is never clean and the kids are always loud sometimes i feel like being mean but that's simply not allowed yea i love the microwave not to mention the dishwasher was the mans best invention you know what i dont fuckin care wat u think i do the best i can to fake being the perfect wife guess you think im lazy a lil pyscho and kind of crazy this is my love poem to you no matter what i do it will never be right you i can not satsify Im sorry if my perfume makes you sneeze it smelled sweet to me
Reason for writing:
My husband and i lost that loving feeling
Birth sign: Aries
You need to log in to edit this poem if it is yours.
View more poems by Chritty.