The Cut Poem by Sharon Collins
The Cut
He rendered me into the Shadows
Never allowed to be free,
to hold his hand in public,
And say he belonged to me.
Her happiness always before me
Accepting second best
Till I didn't quite know who I was
And it left me quite depressed
It really wasn't her fault, you see
The guilty lay with him and me
But she'll never know how hard it was
To cut the love of my life, free
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