Other WomanA Poem by Red Born to be the other woman? Only love when words are woven, Is it hysteria, or is it love? I can't tell a crow from a dove. Born to live beside a man? I'd never take one by the hand, Is this sad, or
Born to be the other woman?
Only love when words are woven, Is it hysteria, or is it love? I can't tell a crow from a dove. Born to live beside a man? I'd never take one by the hand, Is this sad, or is this fine? Can't tell a bomb from a mine. © 2013 Red |
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