A/N: I don’t like this poem, *glares at it*, but it’s how I feel.  It needs work, but here’s the basis. All I’ll Ever Be (is your mate)

Why is it that, I always want what I can’t have,

Why is it that, I’m always too late?

Why is it that he’s already taken,

Why is it that he’s not handed to me on a plate?

She’s so pretty, so wonderful in everyway

And I’m just me, not special, not great,

I guess I’m not good enough for you, and never will be,

And I’ll never be anything more than your mate.

Why is it that he’s in love with someone else,

Why is it that he doesn’t see me?

Why is it that he’s not the one,

Why is it that we’re just not meant to be?

No matter how much I crave for you,

You’ll never knock on my door,

Nothing short of you falling for me

Will stop my heart being this sore.

Why is it then, that you give me those teasing eyes,

Why is it then, that you save that smile just for me?

Why is it then, that you hold me so close,

Why is it then, that with you I yearn to be?

And when I finally tell you I love you,

It’s always going to be too late,

Cause you’re with her, forever now,

And all I’ll ever be is your mate.

-Carrie (Please Review)