2015年4月25日 星期六

Fall back into their places


Now that probably you have landed, back to your loving home with the three kids. 

Kisses from your wife when you get to the door porch, 
as you have been away for two weeks. She misses you.


Everything just fall back into their places, like nothing ever happened. At least you have to act like you haven't been with your mistress for this business trip.

And here I am, a glass in my hand and working on my system dynamics and laplace transform problems. 

I am not going to cry, because I know I deserve better overall. 

But I still can't help to pour myself glass after glass.

Knowing the fact that I, as a woman, will spend the rest of my life trying not to be in the same situation as your wife. 

If it still happens to be, at least I know it's never easy to be the other woman. And perhaps I will be more forgiving.

Being a woman is tougher than I ever thought.



The Other Woman



The other woman has time to manicure her nails
The other woman is perfect where her rival fails
And she's never seen with pin curls in her hair, anywhere.
The other woman enchants her clothes with French perfume

The other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each room
There are never toys that's scattered everywhere

And when her old man comes to call

He finds her waiting like a lonesome queen
'Cause to be by her side
It's such a change from old routine

But the other woman will always cry herself to sleep

The other woman will never have his love to keep
And as the years go by the other woman
Will spend her life alone
Alone
Alone