The Other Woman

My heart bleeds with pain

For this love cannot

Be given a name

We are not who we really are

Just gypsies stuck in transit

Cause we wandered too far

I am the other woman in your life

The one that has no name

The one that speaks without a voice

The one that can never be called your wife

The one that cannot give birth to your child

The one for whom

Your feelings cannot be defined

Everything is vague,

Everything is grey,

Boundaries are smudged

And yet they are still there

Parallel lines are scattered everywhere,

This stirring in my heart,

This cannot be misunderstood

The passion that we feel

When we make sweet sweet love

The comfort that I get

When I am lost in your hug

The silent conversations

That we always share

The meeting of minds

When our souls first stared

When our bodies entwine,

When the two of us become one

When pain becomes pleasure

When drowning is fun

Isn't this feeling,

Isn't this feeling called love?

So I find questioning myself

To justify the shame

Isn't love overrated?

After all what's in a name?

Should I indulge in compromise?

Should I let go of my pride?

Are you worth this sacrifice?

Should I deal with my life

One day at a time?

Why should I obsess with perfection?

Because nothing is symmetrical anyway.

I stare in your eyes and

I see the chaos in your mind

Drops of sadness glisten on your face

I see the pain that you can't seem to erase

I taste the love in your tears

And I know you are torn

What you cherish you destroy

You are trying to protect me

From the fate you enjoy

I know you don't love me

But you care for me, its true

But is it enough for me to make do?

There is something missing

Although I know,

Its me you desire, its me you adore,

But you know how I am

You know how I feel

I want you all

I want More.....