The other woman just so happens to be myself. But I've been here since day one...smh
I'm your outlet when things ain't working right with no tax.
I'm your escape . I'm home base when you strike out.
You confine in me all the time and vent to me your problems with this peach blossom as if i'm just a buddy.
As if we don't segment the same love.
As if we don't have over 7 years of history.
As if I'm not in love with you still... shall I go on? ....
As if we don't make love...
As if you don't pay my bills, and play the family man.
Double life.
Why do you tell me all these things?
Why do you tell me how puny she is and how awful she is?
How tired you are of blue hen but yet you still want to keep goin? Why!!!!
How can you look me in the eyes after everything that we have been through and think I care?
You still think I love you?
You still think I want to be with you?
I know you think I'm better but yet I'm just a friend.
Yet I'm just your child's mother.
Yet I'm just that woman you always run to cause you know I got you.
I'm the one that has to tolerate how you live your life.
I'm the one that loves the priceless moments we share.
I'm the one that knows you.
I'm the one that knows all your little secrets but will never tell.
Your a lucky guy young.
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