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We were friends and then lovers,

My husband never knew.

Us hiding together under the covers,

And he never even had a clue.



He didn’t know when he was away,

We did some work of our own.

We had sex every single day,

And your seed was sown.



I had gotten pregnant,

You were the one that did it.

But about “us” I was silent,

And my conscience was split.



I wanted to be with you,

But I was already married.

You loved me, and I loved you too,

But my feelings remained buried.



December, miscarriage, baby died,

I knew it was because baby shouldn’t have been.

I wanted so bad to commit suicide,

But then I thought of you again.



I couldn’t get myself to take the pills,

I couldn’t pull the trigger on the gun.

I couldn’t forget the chills and thrills,

Of a secret romance that had begun.



Now you’re gone out of my life,

I should have used my mind, my brain,

Divorced him and become your wife,

But I didn’t and here I’ll remain.



Unhappy and treated like dirt,

Missing you, wanting you.

Feeling left behind and hurt,

Knowing there’s nothing I can do.