Chances Poem by Misty moon

Chances



There's another glance
Wow, you actually think you still have a chance.
You want to play my mind games.
But man your going to remember my name.

You make me feel lower than dirt.
Now i have someone to hold.
I don't want anyone who leaves me so cold.

You say i tells lies.
Sometimes you make me want to die.

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