New the other woman Quotes, Status, Photo, Video

Durga Kannan

+ Follow

Report AbuseCopy Text

I am always looked down upon Like a born demoness Descended to spoil The life, of all around me Little do they know How I squirm every time The guilt that fills me Every cell in my body Crying about my fate I never did it wantonly Like love happens to all It happened to me too I tried my best to break away I just couldn't Helplessly i watched How my life turned lowly I had no rights No freedom to be seen Hand in hand, in the open I was like the moon Seen only in the dark Always meeting on the sly That became my life Getting only the remnants The morsels thrown at me Used only when I was needed As if I had no desires As if I didn't matter #yqbaba#theotherwoman Just a take from the other woman's perspective Open challenge to everyone

I am always looked down upon Like a born demoness Descended to spoil The life, of all around me Little do they know How I squirm every time The guilt that fills me Every cell in my body Crying about my fate I never did it wantonly Like love happens to all It happened to me too I tried my best to break away I just couldn't Helplessly i watched How my life turned lowly I had no rights No freedom to be seen Hand in hand, in the open I was like the moon Seen only in the dark Always meeting on the sly That became my life Getting only the remnants The morsels thrown at me Used only when I was needed As if I had no desires As if I didn't matter #yqbaba#theotherwoman Just a take from the other woman's perspective Open challenge to everyone

Svetlana Saraswat

+ Follow

Report AbuseCopy Text

To get mad at the right person. Love is not a switch. You can't turn it off just like that. That's why we often pass the buck to someone we love less. Shifting responsibility to someone easier to hurt back. Cooking conspiracy theories because we aren't ready to accept that our person betrayed us. Because we can't even bear looking at our precious other that moment. The body is in shock and in love at the same time. Don't fret too much about misplacing your anger here and there. With time, it'll find its rightful place. On why we call her the Other Woman Collab on this beautiful picture and add your midnight thoughts! #rzsometimesitisdifficultto #restzone

To get mad at the right person. Love is not a switch. You can't turn it off just like that. That's why we often pass the buck to someone we love less. Shifting responsibility to someone easier to hurt back. Cooking conspiracy theories because we aren't ready to accept that our person betrayed us. Because we can't even bear looking at our precious other that moment. The body is in shock and in love at the same time. Don't fret too much about misplacing your anger here and there. With time, it'll find its rightful place. On why we call her the Other Woman Collab on this beautiful picture and add your midnight thoughts! #rzsometimesitisdifficultto #restzone

Diwa

+ Follow

Report AbuseCopy Text

She's bad. She's evil. She's a witch. Throw stones! Throw her away! A kept mistress, no wedding to boast of; A hidden toy, no honor to her name. She's bad. She's evil. She's a witch. Mock her! Mock her some more! A whore, steals what's not hers; A nightmare--unlucky, filthy, and worn. She's bad. She's evil. She's a witch. Chain her! Chain her in jail! A woman, who thought she was loved; It's her fault. A temptress, she's called. She's bad. She's evil. She's a witch. Kill her! Kill her kids! A wench--naive, innocent, and used; Tarnished, judged, and cursed. Because, she loved a handsome man; Did not even know he was married. Too late! Too very late! Too very, very late! Illiterate and disowned; she chooses to remain, in her cage. The Other Woman: We don't like her. We, automatically, think she's the one, at fault. Would it help to see her side, too? Because, maybe, th

She's bad. She's evil. She's a witch. Throw stones! Throw her away! A kept mistress, no wedding to boast of; A hidden toy, no honor to her name. She's bad. She's evil. She's a witch. Mock her! Mock her some more! A whore, steals what's not hers; A nightmare--unlucky, filthy, and worn. She's bad. She's evil. She's a witch. Chain her! Chain her in jail! A woman, who thought she was loved; It's her fault. A temptress, she's called. She's bad. She's evil. She's a witch. Kill her! Kill her kids! A wench--naive, innocent, and used; Tarnished, judged, and cursed. Because, she loved a handsome man; Did not even know he was married. Too late! Too very late! Too very, very late! Illiterate and disowned; she chooses to remain, in her cage. The Other Woman: We don't like her. We, automatically, think she's the one, at fault. Would it help to see her side, too? Because, maybe, th

Nitish

+ Follow

Report AbuseCopy Text

I inscribe my emotions when I write I do it with an honesty So when you read you will understand easily because emotions are the universally accepted language. I have spent a long time trying to express what is buried deep inside me

I inscribe my emotions when I write I do it with an honesty So when you read you will understand easily because emotions are the universally accepted language. I have spent a long time trying to express what is buried deep inside me

Shambhavi Sharma

+ Follow

Report AbuseCopy Text

The Story of A Really Long Night (For 18+ Readers) You are in your hostel. It's a co-ed hostel. They all have gathered at your place. Three of your female friends, two of your male friends. O

The Story of A Really Long Night (For 18+ Readers) You are in your hostel. It's a co-ed hostel. They all have gathered at your place. Three of your female friends, two of your male friends. O

World creator

+ Follow

Report AbuseCopy Text

The indian woman

The indian woman