The Loser Poem by Sharon Collins
The Loser
I grew too fond, it turned to love
For you to whom I would never belong
I tried in vain, hoping you'd see
Reaching in pain, choose me, love me
I craved the love, you gave to another
But I knew I was nothing, never a mother
Constantly beat
The despair of a loser
Knowing in my heart you'd always choose her
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Wednesday, November 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
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