Third
When playing a fire, you should know the risk;
It’s always you who’ll be hurting the least;
The first is the lady he vowed to love;
Then his children they obviously have;
The last is you; they called home-wrecker;
A shit; a whore; or even heart breaker;
The painful part, I feel guilty;
The man that came once called me a sweetie.
Breathing heavily, my tears fell;
I’m not that kind who her body, sell;
I just want a man who can never be mine;
I just want this thing that they always decline;
Why can’t I love a committed one?;
Are they really calling it a crime?;
Say I’m a whore and I’ll tell you one thing;
I still have a heart of a human being.
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Third
PoetryI am the third. His wife, Him and I. ----------------------- A/N If you're not quite comfortable reading things about third party, I am not going to force you to read this book. I don't want to cause any emotional impact regarding this matter. than...
