I accepted
that you did not put me first.
But you kept
putting me last. All the time.
Last
was the last place I wanted to be.
I once wanted
to be put first. By someone. Sometime.
I accepted that you
did not put me first.
But last
was a place, that I could not, bear to be.
Last was a place,
that ones true love, cannot placed be.
Ones true love,
is someone we run to, have to see.
I accepted that you did not
put me first.
But you
did not love me enough my love.
You neglected me,
rejected me, when me you did not see.
Therefore you
are going to lose my love.
Do not
forever try my sacrifice love.
Or else
I shall die, when I say goodbye, my love.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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