Delivery dampened by the weather,
A shining stamp, embossed on the letter,
Only one thing it could be, you'll see,
I want to go, but I have to take you with me.
If the choice was mine, it'd be another
Someone I admire, a friend, or lover.
Yet here you are each day, in the way,
A ghost to tolerate, a shadow to stay.
With another life I'd be surrounded with fun,
Instead, I'm stuck with you, as my plus one.
The invite was mine and for it I toiled,
Now the night is lost for you have spoiled,
The chance for me to be seen and held,
By my true love and the rest of the world.
The ink is dry, it can no longer change,
To another with whom I feel less strange.
One I love, respect and want to hear,
The person I truly want to be near.
If I could, then to them I would run,
Yet here I am, with my unwanted plus one.
Be part of the Hive discussion.
And you may be rewarded.
