Wednesday, July 1, 2015


Could we be lovers?
Should we be friends?
Will you still haunt me
After it ends?

Somehow it's ending
Never did start,
Sadly I never 
Could love just by part,

Diseased and broken
My heart skips time,
Self-esteem withers
Like fruit on the vine,

The failure is mine,
On that I will dwell,
Guilty of loving
Not wise, but too well.

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