Picked and discarded
Like poorly chosen fruit
Not ready to be enjoyed
Just damned to not be with you
Just wondering what I could have done
To make you redefine
That little list of negatives
That makes someone else much more fine
A league of extraordinary reasons
Why we will never be an us
Left to the rest of my days
Looking for a future in which I must trust.
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