A rusted wedding ring that is past it's prime,
The same ring which used to sit pretty on your finger
But that's in the past now, as we now pay for your crime
For the polygamists that linger
Once the best of lovers, now strangers that past each other.
"I knew he was no good" seethed my mother
But I thought the other
So let's put our differences past us
My past self is non-existent,
I put the rusty ring in the drawer.
Won't you show me your world?