Would I am to confess , doomed to lose him I'm soon,
If chosen otherwise, I'd but lose him yet a li'l later..
Albeit I hate the choice, I'd go with the latter
Therefore having him a bit longer in my platter..
If I only got to lose him some day,
I'd choose in it, a long delay
That way I'd be least a li'l happier knowing somehow that He,
Is just never gonna choose Me
From afar despite being near, admire, I, him
Little do I know if it's really meant to be......
YOU ARE READING
The Dew in her words
PoesíaA book of Poetry of all the splendid emotions of the special little heart of a girl... previously called WRITINGS OF HER
