I aint no polyamory girl, I have my standards in this world,
my belief is strong, I made this stand, I am a woman, wanting one man.
I love your heart, the way you care, but this ole heart aint willing to share,
I'm a good catch, oh don't you see, Being a third wheel just aint for me.
We had our fun flying up high, through the clouds and beautiful sky,
But you blew it!
I gave my all, its a done deal, I aint gonna be no third-party wheel,
Yeah you Blew it!
Time together on the beach was fun, enjoying life under the sun,
You spoke with kindness from the start, roped me in then broke my heart.
I tried being patient, waiting my turn, but when it comes to her, you're gonna burn,
It won't be easy, but I will heal, while you're stuck on stupid, with lots to deal.
We had some good times, I won't forget, but I'm moving on with no regret,
It aint me, it's totally you, the trust is gone and now we’re through,
You blew it!
My body is slow to wake,
My eyes closed to the early morning light,
the house so quiet, the furnace just kicked on.
No where to go, no one to talk to, why get up?
Just the same old day nothing to do, feeling so empty my soul is asleep, birds starting their song, I’ve got nothing left to give.
My circle is gone, ambitions vanished, where are my listeners, readers of my poems? I often feel as if I’m talking to myself, at least I know what to expect, my mom lays to rest, silent graveyard, her soul is in heaven, wish I was too.
Everyone is too busy, no longing to go outside, only the fall wind, sunshine would greet me, God I’m sorry for my words for I know you love me, a third wheel I am feeling deep inside, I saw him briefly Saturday night, a newly crowned sheep he had on his arm, He is doing the Lords work, the Shepard he left, perhaps to follow Him.
I accepted being the third wheel
But now the fifth?
It's like I'm made out of steel
I became a myth
Still can't believe it's real
I can feel everything in my pith
I wake up everyday
Hoping it won't ever be the same
I want to stay
At the same time, I want to erase my name
Feel like I have to pay
Cuz' I am to blame
That îs the way
To slowly burn in the flame
I can no longer speak
I talk with my yes
I feel weak
Oh, what inside lies
Thought I was unique
But someone who continuously dies
Îs just a freak
That would never reach the skies
A total wreak
Even thought it tries
I sometimes wonder if I’m meant to be a third wheeler
In friendships, romance, and in the world
Standing on the sidelines always dreaming
I notice them siting together
Her arm wrapped around him; they both smile carefree
I close my eyes and wish I was them
Prison is more than what meets the eye,
Her beauty is more than what meets the eye.
I don’t want to be a third wheel, just you and I.
No one can type without pressing you and I.
Prisoners we all are despite being free.
Some might be behind bars, some in bars.
I say again prisoners we all are despite being free.
Age is not a qualification to be a prisoner,
So is masturbation, when one is addicted to it.
So is a disease, cult and finally death.
All which can’t be controlled by drugs which are taken hourly.
I say again prisoners we all are despite being free.
Marriage, by choosing to marry, we commit our lives to one person,
We sign up for a life sentence.
I say again prisoners we all are despite being free.
Careers we choose dedicating our time and energy to,
Building and constructing its foundation day and night.
Through blood and sweat we pump our energy.
As staff, corporate members, politicians, innovators, artists and many more.
Our career clocks tick from seconds to minutes to years to decades.
I say again prisoners we all are despite being free.
I meet four women.
We laugh and talk.
Some of the stories we have heard forty times already.
We laugh anyway.
We are talking in two’s now.
Which means the fifth is completely left out.
Odd is always a “third wheel” with women, and girls.
Trouble is, no matter how hard I plan to be in pairs
Someone invariably conks out at the last second.
Leaving us an odd number again.
Making it a hard time for the wheel.
One skinny geek, one with stuffing
The third wheel went by “Mclovin”
A wasted girl
Began to hurl
Then the fat boy took off running
The shippers,
The third wheel,
The chaperon,
Intermediary,
The center of all the waggeries,
that "singles are bitter",
because they aren't inlove,
or haven't fallen in love",
Have you ever tried,
to sneak on their mind?,
If they really don't care about love,
Or are they praying for someone to come,
And bring them some love,
Some of them are in pain,
For feelings that are not repaid,
Some are just waiting,
believing ,"God has better plans"
But most of them are real lovers,
that holds strong in fate,
With faith,
They hold in their heart a great love,
A love nobody dares to feel,
In a heart that no one dares to know,
a love That would surely last,
more than this life time,
You said that I'd changed
And you know you're right
But you're the one that changed me
Losing hope I didn't even fight
Years ago I would have stood strong
Defending myself to the bitter end
But arguing with the voices in your head
It's something I can't comprehend
For no matter how or what I say
The voices have already won
Beyond the point of seeing reason
Already the damage is done
Your mind creates a delusion
The voices say it's true
Knowing I can't compete with them
I simply don't argue
You see that as I don't care
But it's quite the opposite
Devoted only to just one man
It's to you that I commit
I wish the voices would go away
I'm sure that you do too
Feeling like a third wheel
It's the voices, me and you.
20/08/2017
nobody knows what defines once sorrow and pain without any gain
nobody knows the tears that dry with the wind as they fly to hide the pain deep inside
nobody knows the feeling of losing control of a role you must portray in order
to conceal the hindering truth to set you free
nobody knows when the doors are closed what happens to take place and make
the script that much real ready to deal with on your own
nobody knows the dark and lonely curtains that hang to keep out the light from
pulling the strings of a broken damage heart
nobody knows the fear to hear what once was whole is to be a half of what kept it together all some what years
nobody knows the bond that was tightly sealed would one day shatter the once perfect portrait of a long love affair nothing fair in love
nobody knows matters of the heart less openly discussed closely concealed
nobody knows when to chine in for respect of privacy and not feel like a third wheel on the outs looking in
nobody knows what grows together tends to drift apart all on its own circumstances be it right our be it wrong
Often the third wheel between two people
Rolling along the median of life
The epicenter of two separate goals
Neither lane resembling my own
The wheel that no one wanted to steer
Loneliness on the road of several
Rolling along the median of life
See them hand in hand,
Together they shine brightly
Smiles on both faces
So sweet and caring to me,
Who could ever wish them apart?
Boy asks for gift help,
Girl matches my craziness,
Perfect for eachother,
An adorable couple,
Hopes and expectations rise.
Gazing gleefully,
Into another's bright eyes,
Example of love,
Now forever together,
May your paths stay bound as one.
And so I thought it’s nice to be alone
Seemingly loving life on my own
Free from a union gone sour
There’s no need for tears to pour
A newly discovered freedom
Free from what’s boring me down
No demands, no ties that bind
An end to lies that kept me blind
And so I thought I found happiness
So why is there still this loneliness?
Seeing couples having so much fun
Around people like me who have no one
But what hurts most I can’t deny
Is to be with you and feel the lies
Sharing laughter when I wanted to cry
Seeing you love her through your eyes
I was there but not really there
A love in the open we cannot share
Green with envy my heart bleeds
I have feelings, I have needs
You said you wanted me around
But you can’t show that you’re proud
To have her and have me, too
Feelings I set aside to follow you
In this masquerade I came to know
I don’t need this love I tend to borrow
It signals the end for all this show
That you and I only know.
I'm sick of being the back up friend.
The third wheel to your duo.
It's been like this since we were kids.
I know, you all have busy lives.
Do you think I don't?
My calander is covered,
And yet I still find time to see you.
Sometimes,
I go out of my way, to make it work.
I thought that's what friends did.
But when it's your turn,
You bail.
The moment
When your life flashes before you
Do you then realize what you've missed out on in life
Do you then realize who you true friends were
They didn't leave you behind
Every time you walked
Or totally ignore you to stare at their boyfriend
Though you get the whole boyfriend girlfriend thing
You shouldn't have to feel like a third wheel
Let alone a burden
The moment when you life comes to an an end
Do you then realize you never really lived
Do you the realize how scare you were to open up
To give someone your heart
And let alone fall in love
The moment when your time to go arrives
Do you realize that no one will miss you
The moment
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