It was the connection when your eyes met, that made you know what love was all about. The kiss that brought your hearts together and long night that blissfully took you spiralling down to the evil dungeon of hell by which we want to be our joyous paradise but it engulfs our soul into something so empty and confused that the only words we can think ti say are 'Im okay... see'.
The way he looks at her is the same way he looks at you, kissing your lips with a heavenly touch while convincing everyone that his commitment to her is strong as holy matrimony; but your in bed crying telling yourself that divorces happen, and when they text you, you type 'Im okay... see'.
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The other woman
PoetryWritten in the 2nd person narrative this story tells the tale of a young girl hopelessly in love with a man yet retaining her spot as the other woman, making it a tragic romance as she lets out her emotion that are held deep with in to the readers b...
