This sad kind of feeling washes over me... <br />subdued in hues of blues and grays. <br />When the struggle is over <br />when at last i am free... <br />perhaps better moments <br />can make me feel new <br />make me feel loved <br />make me feel..... <br /> <br />When love comes my way <br />the next time around, <br />I won't feel like I'm last, <br />won't feel second hand. <br /> <br />Not to be used and abused <br />I need to feel I am the one. <br />One who can love and be loved, <br />from beginning to end.<br /><br />Nancy Winter Miranda<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/second-hand-love-2/
