Always the one to pick you up,
But never no returns,
Always the one to say nice words,
But somehow I always get burned,
Always there like a loyal pup,
You can always rely on me,
But there is never a hand to hold,
Am I invisible maybe?
Always to be the one who's there,
For that's the way,
I've always been,
Sometimes I need that special hug,
Just to tell me that I mean,
Something, to someone,
For that would mean a lot,
It sad when your used when your wanted,
And then to be just forgot.
Jayne Louise Davies
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