She is so damn lucky
Getting the gaze
I searched for in vain
She must be amazing
If you trust her to carry your heart
A weight I hoped to lift one day
But I'm not the Arthur to your Excalibur
I am no knight, merely a squire
Always riding by your side
Never able to aquire
The treasure in your chest
The one thing I truly desire
Not the umbrella on a rainy day
Nor a plaster for your pain
She is the first flower
That invites the spring
Her laugh melting the snow
A spotlight designed to show
The sparkle in your eyes
As she walks by
The gentle smile
As you say goodbye
You clearly made your choice
And me?
I am just one of the boys
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Author:
Melancholia (
Offline) - Published: January 9th, 2026 12:36
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
To be the one not picked in an unrequited love is a difficult role to take. Nicely done
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