It’s a story about unrequited love.
And it’s happy
And it’s sad
And it’s mad
And it’s…
She wanted to be alone. So she told him how she felt. And it wasn’t easy, but a few glasses of wine made it all the more pleasant.
She sighed.
Because you know, it’s all about her.
Because you know, it’s all around her.
Because you know it’s all… surrounds her.
She must have seen it in a movie
On the other hand, read it in a poem.
Break.
Hearts are the strongest, even when they are weak.
Like weeks gone by.
She stood her ground.
And she wished she could say she loved, but that card game has been played
And she wished he wouldn’t stay undone, but broken is easier to fix
And she kissed away that day… they tangoed in the sun.
Life, it always seems to cry
Life, it always seems to know why
Life, it never wants to die.
Prosper.
So she closed that chapter, again and again.
And chicken still bakes
And whimper still fakes
And earth still quakes…
She’s searching.
ALAS! She has found her muse.
… or maybe muse found her.
(but is that what this is all about?)
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