Left out
Walked,
Out of the sidewalk.
Talked,
Drowned in their small talk.
Every thought,
Irrelevant and unheard of.
Locked,
Thrown down and mocked.
Always a second choice,
Am i not?
A/N: Is it just me or do you ever feel afraid that one day someone is going to take your best friend away and you will be their second choice? Because I do.
Inspiration: Idk, my life lol.
Would love to hear your thoughts and comments.
Loads of love, Mirror XX)
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Unheard - a poem collection
PoetryWriting poems is my escape. I wrote what i see,feel, and taste. Some from experience, Some fictional, Pick out a few from my selection, Now it's a little collection.
