Crossing That Thin Line
Trivial nuances spinning out of control
Mountain sized mole hills eating at her soul
Knowing not when the spite had come to be born
She festered in hatred for the one she was sworn
Trivial shortcomings, she once easily overlooked
Nuances were cute when she was smitten with desire
Spinning out of control on life’s roller coaster
Mountains were made out of the mole hills that piled higher and higher
Knowing that he didn’t deserve all the spite sent his way
It was hard to love deeply after the children and troubles were born
She festered once with love and now was impregnated with fire
Accompanying him to hell was this woman feeling scorned
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