Third
Being hurt, shouldn’t I feel;
For being numb is part of the deal;
He’ll have me today but not tomorrow;
Just a fact, I shouldn’t furrow;
He asked me out minutes ago;
To meet at the café named Zero;
I smiled at that, feeling happier;
He’ll make up for what he missed yesterday.
I was in the café for three hours now;
He said he’s in meeting and he’ll escape somehow;
Stirring the coffee, the bell chimed;
There I saw him, and a lady behind;
The word of elegance surrounded her;
She hugged my man, his hand on her shoulder;
I felt the tears prickled from my eyes;
If she only knew, I’m the one he hides.
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Third
PoetryI am the third. His wife, Him and I. ----------------------- A/N If you're not quite comfortable reading things about third party, I am not going to force you to read this book. I don't want to cause any emotional impact regarding this matter. than...
