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by diadem Author IconMail Icon
Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #1909849
A man's affair with a woman he'd not met before, leads their lives to the worst direction.


Today was like every other day

Not like of that yesterday

That was the first time we met

And a day I would love to forget.



Yesterday, we laughed together

Had the best time with each other

But that would be the last time

Since you’ve committed a crime.



Yesterday was surely the best

Our feelings didn’t protest

We thought it was romantic

But we had to be realistic.



And so, you told me the truth

You got a wife bearing your fruit

I ran away from you, crying

Wishing I was just daydreaming.



Then at night, you visited me

Told me you love me dearly

And that you have no more wife

Killed her with a mighty knife.



This is wrong, I slowly said

Shut your heart, listen to your head

You killed your wife and child

Loving me made you gone wild.



So, the next day, I left the city

Nervous, tired, and guilty

Hoping that you were just lying

‘Cause inside, I’m dying.



Conscience won’t stop talking,

Guilt won’t stop poking.

My head won’t stop spinning

And my heart won’t stop thumping.



I got the knife and stabbed my heart

Since the very morning’s start

I see a bloody woman in front of me

Caressing her stomach gently.

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