For me to talk to you,
But when I heard you'd
Found your piece of the rainbow
I knew I wasn't good enough.
Now while I sit here holding,
Someone who cares for me so much
If he could give me one reason
To leave him, I would be so gone.
But in my heart I know
He hasn't done anything wrong.
I've never had to do
Something like this.
This feels so wrong,
Holding him, while my heart beats for you.
When will I be able to touch
My piece of the rainbow?
When will I know how to act,
Around something I am not worthy of?
You are my piece.
My piece of the rainbow.
This poem was written on August 19th, 1999
