My hands are trembling,
In fists of rage,
As my face grew up,
I started to age.
I walked around,
And started to see.
Why she took the other guy,
and not me.
Maybe I was to quiet,
Or came on strong,
All I know,
Is something went wrong.
I loved her so much,
But she cant see,
That's why she chose him,
Instead of me.
©terrylin53
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