The Other Woman (ACROSTIC)A Poem by KittyI picked a title out of a hat...There she was, Holding his hand - Evelyn was her name. Orange flames flickered in front of my eyes The rage building inside. Why Her and not me? Evil b***h, I hope she Rots in Hell… Why do I always end up being “the Other woman”? Mark my words As I screams this out loud - NEVER AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Copyright©josieWentzel19June2008
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2 Reviews Added on June 19, 2008 Last Updated on June 20, 2008 AuthorKittyWeltevredenpark, Johannesburg, South AfricaAboutFinding peace has always been a struggle for me. But if there is one thing I can wish for the world, it's peace, love, more tolerence, faith, hope and trust. I hope you find it somewhere out there.... more..Writing
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