Rival
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