Rival

Thu, 03/28/2019 - 14:16 -- EELoura

You sap my life of joy, Rival,
With those words of doubt.
I love and you can't, Rival
And drive affections out.

You want to break us up, Rival
To be alone again.
But he is my cure, Rival.
It is not a sin

To be in love, Rival.
Let me be free to choose
Or else I lose him, Rival
Lose him because of you.

This poem is about: 
Me

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