The Other Woman

It was like a fairytale,

the story's always told,

a song that's whispered in my ear,

as the pages up'n fold.

I feel as if I've run this course,

a lifetime worth of lines,

you've been sweet to me along the ride,

but baby they're just lies.

I know about the other woman,

heard her name's been told,

I know about your lies and games,

our love's been left to mold.

I've been watching you play cards with me,

against me, is what it's like,

but I will it one day you will see,

that somehow I will strike.

I will bend the rules, and change the name,

and maybe fool around.

I will wave a wand about your head,

I'll leave you no rebound.

She will never know what hit her,

as all 'the other woman' do,

it's kind of scary how I pounce to make a living hell for you.

Innocence is overrated, what you say and what you feel,

is nonetheless a bloody lie over all that I reveal.

Revenge is like a sugar, sometimes right and sometimes sweet,

but no matter how I like my tea, I will never taste defeat.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[oranges_melt]

the vengeance was both on the man and the other woman-- "you" was the narrator talking to the man, i was just showing if the other woman knew that he was taken, she should be written off as garbage as well.

[Poeticpiers]

vengeance is dish best lefr untasted it can become addictive. Why blame the other woman she may not know you exist. Some men are incapable of fidelity and best written off as garbage