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The Woman On The Side |
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Chocolateme Junior Member
since 2009-03-12
Posts 15Tx |
The Woman On The Side Here is where he leaves his heart & with him he takes my soul.As I'm lying here with memories and nothing else to hold. The times we share are beautiful, as we lay like man and wife. These stolen moments are just a fraction of what should be my life. No one ever dreams of being the woman on the side. Love was never meant to be an emotion easy to hide. You'll find it dancing in my eyes and it's written on my face. With one wish I'd stop the hands of time and stay forever in that place. Cause nothing feels as good as when he holds me through the night. But nothing feels as bad as when he leaves before daylight. As I hold on to memories of the love we made. And all the nights he left when he should have stayed. I roll over to an empty spot where he used to lay. My heart starts screaming, begging, pleading just come home to stay. A relationship so strong, but kept hidden out of sight. Tell me, when did love become the monster hidden in the night? He says with me he shares his dreams and in them I'm his bride. But he walks through life smiling big, a woman on each side. I'd say "I Do" but she would too & he would have to choose. Win, win for him but between us two someone would have to lose. I tell myself just walk away & let these feelings die. But I lay in bed when he's not here and only want to cry. What started out as simple lust, just wanted to share a bed. Has lead to heartache, anger and distrust, no love just hurt instead. |
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Bridget Shenachie Senior Member
since 2002-01-23
Posts 1056Kansas USA |
Beautifully worded expression of a painfully conflicted situation. I hope that there is a release from this agony. Better just one unhappy woman than two. Shenachie |
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Joyce Johnson![]() ![]()
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
I guess one would have to decide, is the misery more than its worth. I hope you are only writing a very emotional poem and are not in that situation. I felt the emotion and torment. Love, Joyce |
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