POETRY RANDOM THOUGHTS AND STUFF LIKE THAT…
I nurtured him back to life
Because she was incapable of doing it
I reassured him
That I was his mistress
Never with an art
Because the stars where never aligned
At the right time
Tired of loving what could never be mines
Tryn’a separate me from the sin
Knowing this is a lesson
I will never repeat again
Because
I was his mistress
Silvana und Ulf auf Weltreise
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By Tracey L. Bhattarai
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mentalnotes1 
Ah, the sins of the Other Woman
SMDH READINPLEASURES, I AM GUILTY, OH SO GUILTY. I REPEATED THIS LESSON TWICE AND BY GOLLEY THIS TIME “I GOT IT”. WHEN THE PAIN GETS GREAT ENOUGH, I TAKE A DIFFERENT ROAD.
Naugty. But nice?
very naughty but not nice (:
“Tired of loving what could never be mines”
I’m tired too, but tired of wanting what will never be mine 😦