Rae : Poet Shape

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.

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