POEM STARTER
Submitted by Cassandra Elliot πΉ
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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