I'm
I'm just someone,
not everyone, not anyone,
standing somewhere in between,
not in the beginning, not in the finishing line.
I'm no one important,
definitely no first choice,
but when that first one is gone,
I'm always left second,
just so people won't stay alone.
I'm nobody's favorite,
no one's second home,
I'm just kinda staying, kinda holding on,
hoping I find the place where I belong.
And it hurts like hell seeing people connect,
when all I wanna do is hold somebody's hand...
Yet you will never see me give up,
I won't let this feeling become my life,
some tomorrow night I'll go back at these lines,
and thank myself for changing everything around!
29.03.2020
AnahoJ
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Heart full of Passion
PoetryJust a couple of poems written when the soul had had enough and the only way to calm down, was to get rid of the darkness; Turn it into Words and throw it away onto a white sheet of Paper...!
