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CHEAT

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CHEAT

Where is this room? And this Hotel?
I can’t remember how I arrived
How many times? I couldn’t tell,
So often in this reality I dived!

Lying on this unknown bed,
Two handsome men next to me.
They sleep as if they have had
The most exhausting night there could be!

They know me, trust me : very well!
But yesterday we met for the first time.
Amazed they were, uncovering the veil
I was wearing to hide who I am.

Recognition from the posters spread over town
They have the feeling they know who I am
But they only know the face I own
And certainly not my soul and its harm!

Being here, listening to their breaths
Makes me forget that I have another life
Full of duties, where time too fast leaves :
I am a mother, I am a wife!

Why shouldn’t I be allowed as well
To cheat, to betray, to enjoy
Feeling only pleasure, hearing the bells
When I am, if requested treated as a toy.

I pay for it, and get what I want
Never disappointed, for they want to satisfy
Realize my fantasy without them I can’t
They never complain, never ask : why?

Too soon I’ll be back to my loved ones
I’ll feel better, at least for a while
No more pain in my soul, only in my bones
My soul darkened, never again white.

I’m unfaithful, and I pay for it
Judgment would fall on me if discovered
Surely worried about it, but just a bit
After all, only one should be bothered!

I can already hear my son, tomorrow
When I will arrive, tired but happy
His voice will awake the sorrow
And after that I will fell sleepy.

Going back to that public living
Smiling, faking, playing a part
Hoping that very soon again, I’ll be leaving
For another night of sexy art.

I love my family, more then you think
Otherwise I would just leave them
And wouldn’t spare so much ink
To explain what a cheat I am.


Rose Harris
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2 thoughts on “CHEAT

  1. Desconhecida's avatar

    Great!!!
    double life nowadays is a thing people dont want but sometimes need to do it.
    To escape to demandings of family, society, work.
    Nowadays we have to be perfect in everthing, even people loves us demands us that perfection.
    but…
    That double life brings regrets, sorrows…
    very meaning 🙂 I love it!!!!

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  2. Desconhecida's avatar

    Very good, indeed!

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