Never had a call to hope im OK.
Never been asked... if I had a nice day.
And never given, a single chance to shine,
as I am always...the 2nd one in your line.
Never held in a special loving way.
Never told I was missed, when I went away.
And never even told, that I may look fine,
as I am always...2nd in that line.
Never wanted more than I got.
Never been struck by a cupid arrow that`s shot.
And never really told...that I want you to be mine,
as it always seems...i`m the 2nd one in line.
Have never known the love I get to see.
Never felt someones, whole want for me.
And I have never yet seen...any other damn sign,
that tells me any different...that I am not always...The 2nd one, in that friggin line.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.