The Other, by Takeerah Sanderson Subscribe to rss feed for Takeerah Sanderson

My feelings for him are different from the other.

I'll always love the first like I'll never love another.

 

He and I were just as happy as we could be.

Then we fell apart and I lost part of me.

 

Along came the other during my time of need,

and now I find that my heart is filled with greed.

 

Yearning for the love of one and affections of the other,

but being afraid to become the other one's lover.
Posted: 2010-04-27 17:14:23 UTC

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