Life on the Shelf
We all gotta go
Looking at me so
One minute you’re on top
The next you’re not
You forget to stop
You forget you’re not that hot
It all goes to hell
The angels have all fell
You have but one life
You waste it on the shelf
You could save yourself from this strife
You can’t even help yourself
Time creeps by all of us
You gotta choose love or lust
You stare at him watching you
Turn back to me for comfort
Run after him to love you
Forget me, I’m not that sort
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Ok, here's the story (and the basis for a lot of my work!):
A girl that I really fancied and was really good friends with was in love with my best friend. So I took a back seat and tried to the best friend I could be to both of them even though it was tearing me up inside.
That poem is about 2 years old.
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