Door Number 2

A poem I've written with an attempt of writing in a new style:

I never took a chance, but its not like I had to
My moment of opportunity wasnt clear, aint that the truth?
The public says that you with me
Is the recipe
That will eventually
Be the key
To a hidden love that Ive been in need
Aint that delicious?
No? Maybe selfish?
But in the end I feel no guilt
For I only wish you had these feelings Ive felt
I love you, but that has to be clear
If you havent learned that then I dont know why Im still here
Usually I stay hidden to keep myself from getting hurt
Then I remember the pain from getting that Winner of 2nd! shirt
But Im still at this door, knuckles and wood together
Knocking forever
Cause I never say never
Trying to avoid this cloudy weather
Because in this winter I should be your sweater
Me, not him, would make your life complete, make it better
So give it a thought, please my dear
Because were running out of time, I fear too soon well disappear

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[Phonesified]

Man, ridiculous. Story of my life right there. Sounds like my style of writing. I hope you blow up dude. Hey hit me up sometime yeah? People like us gotta stick together, yeah?