Second FiddleA Poem by EcstaticEuphoriaI was first...
She's the one.
The one you touched, The one you felt, The lie you told so well. The truth that had us undone. How could you? Convince me, make me believe I was jealous, Suspicion was insanity, That you were all that was true? Knowing all the while, you had her And still you lay next to me. Dreaming of your secrets, Conjuring your excuses, Maintaining the facade of once we were. Alas... she won. You to her can go freely now, And lay next to her in the sunlight without fear or deception. Yet, how could that not lose its appeal? When all she ever was, was in the darkness secret fun? Hmmm... such a sting in maturity. A realization that must be seen. For surely if you could do it too me, What would stop you from doing it to her? Ah, what a foundation to build your security. Somewhere, inside that blackened heart that she possesses, How could she not feel somehow in the middle? Never really chosen, Merely convenient. An expendable condiment of adventure. She must know that no matter what she represses, I always will have come first, So doomed is she her fate to always play the second fiddle. © 2017 EcstaticEuphoriaAuthor's Note
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10 Reviews Added on June 19, 2017 Last Updated on June 19, 2017 Tags: Contemplation, reflection, emotion, heart AuthorEcstaticEuphoriaCOAboutI'm still me, but i stopped writing for a while, not willing to share myself. I'm back with a new persona to share again without abandon. I am an aspiring author in the process of becoming myself,.. more..Writing
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