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:
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.
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...
Post a Comment