Me
First he chose her.
He felt it was right.
He gave her a chance.
They’d talk all night.
Then he chose her.
He’d leave her never
He gave her a chance,
They were finally together.
Next he chose her,
Who knows why?
He gave her a chance,
Then he said bye.
Lastly he chose her
Prettier than the rest.
He gave her a chance,
She was “the best.”
It is what it is,
So let it be.
Its just the only girl he never chose,
Was that broken-hearted girl named me.
Copyright © Rae : | Year Posted 2010
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