Mar 25, 2006 20:12
You were the first to truly reach out to me.
Now you've turned your back.
If ever I had fallen for someone.
Then it was at that moment.
But another had beaten me to you.
A friendship I could not compromise.
So I waited my turn.
But opportunity knocked and past.
So I just sat and waited.
But I got tired, and knocked on someone else's door.
But that only led to emptiness and pain.
You were one of the few that lit the darkness in my time of need.
But your betrayal has finally come.
I went back to my place in line.
And sat and waited.
I waited until this moment.
And watched others take my turn.
But then I heard opportunity knock again.
And I dashed to answer the door.
But the knock wasn't for me.
But I had taken a chance, and had no regrets.
At least, until today.
The knock was too for me.
Merely coming a few moments too early.
You answered my knock.
And opened the door, but entrance I was not granted.
Then I watched you hold it open for yet another to pass by me.
Even though you knew I was there first.
Now everyone at least once has betrayed me.
So it isn't a surprise that it's true what they say.
Nice guys finish last.