Third
The news traveled fast so shame it'd last;
That I almost need to wear a mask;
We still meet, now revealing;
A relationship they said forbidden;
I saw his wife the other day;
Kneeling in church, she prayed;
I looked at Christ and asked one thing;
“God, am I really a sinful being?”;
I walked alone, thinking deep;
I couldn’t leave him, I couldn’t sleep;
In front of the school I once attend;
I saw the fight in other end;
Dashing through it, my heart broke;
His son I once loved was in blood soaked;
My tears fell, I destroyed two lives;
Loving him feels like being stabbed by knives.
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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...
