At last

by sun spots   Jun 13, 2012


He plays a stupid game,
to try and win her love.
But it has long left,
for she has had enough.
Of all the childish capers,
the threats and swearing too.
He won't accept this outcome,
no matter what we do.
She has made it clear,
that he is history.
The one and only true love in her life,
is at last me.

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  • 12 years ago

    by sun spots

    Yes, you said it. I am very lucky. X

  • 12 years ago

    by sun spots

    Lucky you x