Second Best 5-11-01
She’s been here before
Being the last to know
The first to be left
The last he would know
Come back to.
Never realizing she was
Second best.
She’d always wonder:
Is he breaking up
with her today?
That’s the price you pay
For being second best.
She cries in despair
and hopes that
her broken heart will mend
If she hopes of never being
Second best again.
Copyright © Susan Dwinchick | Year Posted 2006
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