Second Choice:
it was 10 that saturday morning
i was stuck again to wait
you called me half past noon
saying you're gonna be late
it was 11 that friday evening
i was too drunk to even care
you didn't even ask if i was fine
not a glance you spared
i'm through with always believing
i'm through with all your excuses
i'm through with always trusting
i'm through with a million second chances
i'm through with the absence of your voice
this is not love but a curse
i'm through with being your second choice
not when you have been my first
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(1) Prologues of a Brokenheart (COMPLETED)
Poetry"because love requires guts, a soul, and a short term memory..." -some bookmark Random thoughts and lyrics about the heart and it's misadventures. [Copyright.styledinpink.sweetnovemberof.2013]
