I Am Just His Wife
Although I have his heart,
She courses through his veins.
She is his first love.
How can I compete?
How can I compare to the woman,
who stole his life?
I am his wife,
but my Love's obsessed with another.
He's sick without her.
I am just his wife.
How could I hope to compare,
with the woman who gives him
such a miserable life?
I am just his wife
Copyright © Mary Campbell | Year Posted 2010
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