Was I nothing to you?
You said I was perfect,
But really I was just a poor substitute.
Was I juat a game?
Nothing special,
Too much of a plain Jane?
You threw me away,
Now I'm filled with pain,
Ten days before Valentines Day.

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Our Own Little Broken Lullaby. (Book One Of The Chloe Murray Series)
PoetryThis is a book of poetry, previously titled "Frustratio Frustrationis"! :)