Always the bridesmaid
Never the bride
Or even a chance to stride
In that direction
Missing the affection the comes with such vows
Flooded with questions
Of How
And Why
Increasing sighs
No cure in sight
Or even something
That might suffice
Just too nice
Or too something else
Good for only a fling
He says "You turn me on
But not for a relationship"
Sinking the ship of hope
To be able to cope
Living in a world
With a dope
Who would even say that
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