Low and behold me, empty, sour and broken. Perhaps he who is more handsome deserves the heart, but the beautiful of soul possess the mind. To fall victim to the words of a friend, and to re-tie bonds too late, for others wish possession. Wary of past events my mind creates a barrier and I push away the mystified remains of a girl. Her judgement clouded and her vision decietful she stumbles into the arms of her lover, but she loves him not. His mind burns with love, and the cinders burn logic. She captures moments with him, while I wait in silence, wishing she would turn her head and press her lips clumsily against my own. But fate would not have it, her mind is too controlling, and my friendship too deep. What is this world without certainty? What is this uneasy quaking in my soul? Lust, love, or jealousy? The tears whisper as they roll down my cheeks, they say only time can tell. How very cliché'. |
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