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I'm the other woman
Contributed by
Carmen
on
Saturday, 1st February 2003 @ 10:00:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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Why do I take this from you After everything youve gotten me in to Because youre my sweetheart From you I cant stand to be apart Why do I listen to what you say And wish it were true As I persuade myself to stay Am I that stunned Maybe, because my head thinks you're the one Why cant we refuse our curiosity I wish it didnt cause such animosity Because your my honey When days are uncertain and everyones acting a little funny Its a tousled web we weave We notice it more every time one watches the other leave You think Im manipulating you But you have no idea what I go through Everyday of my existence We try to eliminate the resistance Im not sure what we yearn for can be achieved But if we ever get it Ill be so relieved We lack the simple things Im not talking rings and pretty little doves wings Just to hold you as we lay And remain that way for the entire day Just to go shopping with you Without worrying who well run in to Being able to leave your house Without sneaking out like a mouse Making sure not to leave my paraphrenalia behind For your girlfriend to find I used to feel bad for her But now I dont care If she made you happy You wouldnt need me there I need you I feel it in my soul Youre the one thing that makes me feel whole Sealed with a kiss Your mistress
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Carmen
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2003-02-01 22:00:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: I'm the other woman
(User Rating: 1 ) by Feelin_Like_A_SadFellow on
Monday, 7th April 2003 @ 09:11:36 PM AEST (User
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alas the other side has spoken... something in this poem makes the other woman sound innocent |
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