My TurnA Poem by SarahMy Turn All you ever do is telling me how useless I am. But then you follow up with, “I love you. When will it be my turn, to tell you you’re worthless? To tell you I hate you? When will I finally get the chance, to tell you how I am, unconditionally and uncontrollably in love with you.
© 2009 Sarah |
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