The Side Chick

I am beautiful

I am worth love

I deserve my angel from above

We don’t know what we do down here

I made love to you and he made love to me

i wish it meant something more dear

I can only take what I find

I am jealous of his wife

She gets dibs on the life

I dream of and wish to be by his side

Do you even think of me?

He says so

I wish I could say no

I wish just let go

It is getting harder to do

Everytime I volunteer to be the fool for you

I need to trust

I wish I could but I just feel alone

I don’t want to be the side chick anymore

I just can’t be away from you

I don’t know what to do

I am in this thing now

I don’t want to get so deep

I just want my love and for him to love me

Please dear love don’t burn me with your flame

There is no one to blame

We just don’t know what to do

No one else was around

Mr. Right can’t be found

He didn’t want to make love to his wife now

He just wants me for a little bit

its a damn shame being the side chick

I ask you not to judge her

She is not proud of this s**t

She just can’t say no to the lover

Who texts at midnight saying its her he miss

He just wants a hug and a kiss

Just to hold me tight feel me inside as we say goodnight

Before he goes to sleep and close his eyes

Sometimes the heart is just so lonely

That it allows space for a moment only

I pray to heaven and I ask to be forgiven

I know I deserve better

I got to get myself together

I know whats up

I deserve real love

i just want him

Sorry for the sin

Please cure me within.

Reviews

[angel]

I understand.
I love a man (still), who separated from his wife--at her insistence. He had a mistress, with whom he lived. All he ever talked about was his wife, who he loved beyond all reason.
This made the mistress angry and unhappy. She loved him and wanted him to forget his wife, but he could and would not. They would fight about this, and he would leave; he came to be with me whenever this happened.
He would tell me of his deep love for his wife.
"I'm incomplete without her," he would say.
"All I want is to go home," he would say.
Finally she said he could come home, and he left.
I never heard from him again.
I cried. A LOT.
But eventually, because I loved him so much, I was happy that he was home again,happy and at peace.
That's real love.
It takes a long time to get there, and it hurts.
Did I deserve to get him? I loved him so much!
He, however, wanted only a friend.
I was a friend, but not only.
Did the mistress deserve to get him?
She loved him so much; he, however, loved another, not her and not me.
The wife won, because she had his heart.
I hope she treasured it, and him.
Please, give yourself a chance to love again.
I wish I had.