Oh, the other woman,
Though you may be slighted and unseen,
Your presence is felt like a heavy weight
in the air,
And I'm left to wonder how you came to be there.
Did he woo you with words and sweet embrace,
Or did you just stumble into his life by chance?
Whatever it was that brought you here,
It's clear that his heart you've come to hold dear.
Though I may feel betrayed and confused,
A part of me can't help but be amused.
For it's your love that brings him alive,
For without you he'd be a shell devoid of life.
So while I may wish things were different,
I know that the time has come to relent.
For the other woman is part of his story,
And I have to accept it, though it may bring me worry.
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The Language of the Soul
Puisia poem is a song a lyric of life, a voice of emotion and a reflection of strife. a poem can be funny and make you laugh out loud, or it can be serious and make you ponder its cloud. a poem can take time but the result is worth it, a creation of beau...
