A short poem about those who are neglected.
⚠️Don't read if sensitive⚠️ Am I a substitute, or your friend?
Life sucks when you're the backup friend to your best friend.
The way the red stains his face
And the stars align her fate
Leave me here to wait
For my life to move on
The one who’s always there but still is never enough for people...
'You don't love her. You are just too blind to witness her true colours. You are just too kind to reveal her true intention.
You don't love her. She doesn't fit you like a glove; yet, she fulfils yo...
⚠️Don't read if sensitive⚠️ Am I a substitute, or your friend?
Life sucks when you're the backup friend to your best friend.
The way the red stains his face
And the stars align her fate
Leave me here to wait
For my life to move on
The one who’s always there but still is never enough for people...
'You don't love her. You are just too blind to witness her true colours. You are just too kind to reveal her true intention.
You don't love her. She doesn't fit you like a glove; yet, she fulfils yo...