Second Hand Love Poem by Nancy Winter Miranda

This sad kind of feeling washes over me...
subdued in hues of blues and grays.
When the struggle is over
when at last i am free...
perhaps better moments
can make me feel new
make me feel loved
make me feel.....

When love comes my way
the next time around,
I won't feel like I'm last,
won't feel second hand.

Not to be used and abused
I need to feel I am the one.
One who can love and be loved,
from beginning to end.