Sunday, January 23, 2011

Third Party

Three seconds after midnight,
My lover called to me,
He said that he was in-flight,
From here to Italy.

He said he went there to stay,
My thoughts in disarray ,
His cruel last words still play,
In my mind each passing day.

What about our love, I asked,
He said it wasn't true,
My pain and hurt , inside I masked,
When he said I won't miss you.

The little girl inside me hoped,
Hoped this was just a dream,
The man I love has just eloped,
I let out a piercing scream.

From that day on my new life starts,
I didn't do much, not me,
One day I got a little card,
From a girl in Italy.

'He is mine,' it read,
The card, I torn to shreds,
To my anger, revenge it fed,
'She will die,' my heart ,it said.

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