farewell to a tiny spark of love,
the bud bloomed,
but was cut at the stem.
we never had a chance.
he loved another,
but i loved him.
was it an unrequited love on both ends?
i'd never know.
being friends with him didn't help much,
he was much too secretive,
divulging information that was general at best.
i'm still thankful to have experienced the bitterness and jealousy,
and for our upcoming performance,
the roles reversed.
he loves me not in reality,
but in fiction.
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Lost
Poetry" for all eternity, she was blind. But what she could see, was far beyond eyesight could view. " A couple of on the spot one shots and poems, and a fanfic or two. please tell me the artist of the cover if you know! I'll credit him/her! Updated b...
