Just how it’s supposed to.
Never how you quake in shame from the sidelines,
knowing you will never be the chosen.
Never to be loved….never to feel love.They never tell you of sadness,
A sadness so deep it rips through the blighted currents of your very core.
They never tell you:
Your unending wait will always be just that….unending.They’ll never tell you:
Love won’t ever come your way.
Never pity your unending wait.
You sad-sad little bird,