By Damien Knight
I am but a waste of space
Thousands of miles I came
Looking to be at your side
Spent away every dime
Yet I am inadequate
Aren’t I yours?
Aren’t you mine?
Was this a waste of time?
I refuse to believe such
You always meant
So very much
Was I never enough
Still here I am
You will someday see
And I now give my love
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