It kills me that you have someone
And still act as if nothing is wrong.
Me standing in as his clone
When the distance between you gets too long.
Here I am trying to hold on
And pretending to be strong.
When you just could have told me
That in his arms is where you belong.
So I still held onto you
Even though I was second best.
In the army of your men
I blended in with the rest.
So I thought if I'd stand out
I would have passed the test.
Guess I was wrong
I'm nothing special or blessed
I was always there
When you needed a shoulder to cry on.
I promised to care
If you needed someone to rely on.
It was in a dream world
That I imagined you as my own.
But I'm telling you now
You will miss me when I'm gone...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cool poem. Keep this up.