A Runner Up

I could complain about love, kick rocks and sob with ease Try to make it happen myself but love know how to bob and weave I have so much love to give, so why can’t I get the love back I have nobody to comfort me at home and those pillows can’t hug me back My love is like the gold medal or striking it rich with some oil Like a ripe apple on a tree, hoping somebody pick me before I spoil Lets just be friends, you have bad timing, I heard it and I can’t stand it enough I’m ready to show off my kissing skills, I’ve practiced on my hands enough I swear I wouldn’t hurt anymore I cupid at least sent one to me Tell me why am I alone if they say misery loves company Close my eyes and dream that when I wake up she’ll be right there But reality hit and I really wake up and the dream becomes a nightmare I get mad at the fact the first place may not ever be meant for me To one day have my time in the limelight just may not be meant to be To laugh at yourself before you lose oh there is no funnier luck To understand your destiny is second place, to be born a runner up Stevie D The honest truth I know