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Friday, August 28, 2009

The Game

Waiting for time to tick away
I'll even take another day
when this game will be over
this trick that you've played

And on this old worn sofa I sit
trying to come out of it
still locked inside what has been
and hoping to forget

With every chance that passes by
I cant help but wonder why
I am always someones second choice
this I cant deny

2 comments:

Lily said...

Wow! I love your writing! Thanks for visiting and following my 'blahwg' blog. I will be following you too. I'm anxious to read the rest of your prior posts. Your poetry reminds me of the stuff I used to write. I'm working on a novel now; but when I was young, I loved writing poetry.

Naqvee said...

being a second choice for someone is a pain which can be felt and never expressed.. i hope this isnt the truth of your life...