POEM STARTER

Submitted by Cassandra Elliot 🌹

Write a poem or short story that embodies the feeling of being chosen last.

The Room

One at a time,

You all vanish.

My hope you banish,

Without reason or rhyme.


Two more down,

Agony in which i drown.

My heart you hold,

Bringing you into the fold.


Three more gone,

Taken from our space.

Love on your face,

And i was the only one.


Just us standing,

Our ache winding.

We chose each other not last,

But by the longing we cast.


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i love you baby

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