I'm the one he
holds.
I'm the one he hugs.
I'm the one he kisses.
The one he pretends to love.
But she is the one he truly loves,
And nobody seems to disagree.
The princess in his dreams,
Is her, not me.
(It sucks it's my best friend since second grade though. . . . . . . .)
posted December 1, 2012 at 12:43pm UTC tagged with poems