Being number two
He always chooses you
Never choosing me
Even if I plea
He says he loves me
But I know he really means you
There's so many clues
On how much better you are then me
I bet he feels free
Not being there for me
YOU ARE READING
poetry about my life
PoéziaI made these all by myself, so please don't steal these. it would mean alot. this stuff really happened or still is happening to me. Most of the poems are kinda depressing. -Desiree
