Rejected Poem by Hope Wallin
Rejected
I wanted him and only him,
but he chose to make me cry.
All that's left for me to do
is sit, and think about why.
He's perfect, in every way.
He has everyone after him.
And all of them are better than me.
But still I wanted him.
To feel his touch was torture,
knowing I couldn't have him to myself.
But I craved it anyway,
and I got it, for a price of my tears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/28/2024 12:44:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
*tear* still beautiful..hey..check out the poem Angel without wings