THE THIRD (ORIGINAL POEM)

Do not think, that I am all alone,
that I feel in my body every bone ...
One day, I will start to sing like a bird,
even with a thought - yes, I am the third ...
Soon with him, you will get so bored,
but from me, you will be ignored ...
Do not come back, I am not the trash,
you have chosen him, because of his cash ...
I understand, you wanted a better life,
your deeds were so sharpened as a knife ...
But on my face, soon, I will put a smile,
you are the winner, but just for a while ...