Poem In The Style Of Another Man’s Pen.

A girl asked me one day if I’d care to be hers
Her voice sounded nervous and her words rehearsed
I quickly dismissed her, for which she looked unprepared
The reason for this was because I was scared

I saw that girl one day with some faceless guy
Looking as happy as she may have with I
Disappeared behind a crowd and silently stared
At what I missed out on because I was scared

Next night I sat down and wrote to explain
To ask for another chance to end my pain
Then I burnt the poem, the evidence I cared
Because, of rejection, I’m eternally scared


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