You think I do not know that you cheat on me?
It must not be cheating in your eyes if I do not see,
Do you love her more at night;
or, do you think cheating is better in the light?
Tell me dear why should I care?
Your days are numbered; because I will not share,
I watch you play all your deceitful games,
knowing, you will someday carry your awful shames.
I have always been loyal and true;
yet, you think I have no clue.
You continue to lie and cheat,
while I am at work- the shames you repeat,
If you didn't hurt me so bad I would laugh;
instead, I took you out of my path!
I thought sharing was caring a societal blessing, unless of course it leaves you eternally guessing
Personally I'd lose that last line. Kinda ruins it imho. Keep writing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cheating is never good whether at night or in the light.