The UnderstudyA Poem by SolidadThe truth about being a mistress.
Being the other woman is no different then being the wife,
Face time is about the same and both of you are secrets. Always being promised a tomorrow that belongs to someone else. Sitting by the phone hoping he'll remember, That it was YOUR day to sit passenger beside him. And when that time arrives, Its spent hearing about the one he DOESN'T sneak around with. His life is exactly that: HIS. You don't belong in it and neither does she, Wanting none of you if he can't have you both. © 2010 Solidad |
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Added on December 5, 2010 Last Updated on December 12, 2010 Author |