I'm tired of coming in second,
but let's just face the truth,
even if I run a little faster,
she will always finish first.
It's a fact I must own up to.
With you, I'm only silver,
but for someone out there,
I'm gold without having to compete for my position.
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Bleeding Rose
PoetryThe pen bleeds the words my mouth does not utter. If I show you my heart, would you proceed with caution? I was an innocent stepping into the game of love. Someone should have told me that all is never fair in matters of the heart. Dive into this th...
