by Andrea Tadpole
I wish I was more than
Last pick
On your list
Wish you had
Unquenchable thirst
To be with me
Feel me
Just want to
Be first
We line up to
Choose teams
I'm passed over and over
Till no one is left
All alone
No one wants me
I am always
Last pick
You say that I'm
Beautiful
Passionate
Sensual
In my own
Unique way
So why do you
Throw me away
For someone prettier
Or new
Why can't you
Be true
I tell myself
I won't play the game
I will just
Walk away
I don't have to line up
To be left
All alone
Yet here I am
Again
Standing alone
Waiting
To be your
Last pick
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