I met him; I fell in love with him
I knew he wasn’t mine
But he grew on me
Like a 19th century bottle of
Old money kind’a wine
She knew about us for years
And for years she took a back seat
Because she knew without me
His heart was strangely weak
He was a police officer
And in the line of duty, he was shot
Please tell me he is not dead!
Please tell me he is not!!
He laid in the hospital
In that dreadful coma for 20 long weeks
It was not her body he longed for
Between those hospital sheets
It was hard for her to deny
Because she knew if she did not find me
Her husband would surely die
This woman knew he was in love with me
And only wanted her husband to survive
So willing to do anything
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This was very cool! Did NOT see that sentiment coming at the end!!
Yea, sometimes men think they can have their cake and eat it too! And they do when women allow it and it can go both ways, women think the same way. The moral of the story is, she/he will always be a mistress and will never leave their husband or wife. Makes for a great poem (:
Oh my! So heart-wrenching! What a sad tale, dear. Captured my heart with the pain knit in it.
Another fun write, it is a heart wrenching tale and happens all the time unfortunately. The cheater that is…
Sure, it is. You write so well.
You are a sweetie ❤