Baskadia

Hmm, It is funny how we met

Two strangers

One needing help

And one overly ready to give it

By the time the do-gooder realized

He had already fallen in love

The funny thing is

The other stranger, was already with another

But it didn't prevent them from sharing a bond

At least, so did the do-gooder think

They could talk for hours on the phone

Chat as much as couples do

He shared his secrets

And was as open to her as a book

He would have done everything to make her happy

But it just wasn't meant to be

The do-gooder realized his heart chose wrong

When the lady of his dreams started showing her colours

There were no more long calls

No more long chats

All he could hear were excuses

As to why things weren't as they were

This unfortunate man, was lost in himself

And that was me, The Other Man.