She's a paradoxical figure
she might be
she might not be
and everybody thinks that when He mentions Her
He means Her
but they don't realize that He isn't Hers to hold at night
He isn't Hers to tell her love to
not after He left
and She let him
people need time
people need space
and some people just don't understanding
that waiting isn't giving up
waiting isn't giving in
it's waiting for another day
a different time
when maybe (just maybe)
He'll fall into Her arms again
so She hates it when they tell Her that everything He writes is about Her
it's not, not everything's about Her
but bits and pieces are, She knows
She knows more about Him than you do
so let them be
let them have some peace
don't worry about if, when, how
they'll find each other, because
that isn't in your control
you can't force love
you can encourage it, but you sure as hell can't force it
and you are in no position to do so
because it's not your love, now is it?
So, let them be
let Her wait, patiently
let Him go, into His mountains
and She'll go to Her mountains
and slowly
with some time and some space
things might just work out for them
maybe.
She'll still write about Him
and He'll still write about Her
but you'll never tell if they do or not
because maybe
their poems aren't about each other
they're about themselves
who they are
what they do
the things they've gone through
and the memories they made
together
and apart.
Let them be
and I think you'll see
it's there game to play
whether it be poker or chess
(He probably prefers poker)
(She prefers chess)
and time
heals everything
Her father told her that
Her father says it often
and he said it when He left Her
and She didn't know how Her father knew about Him
didn't know that Her father knew He needed time
but She's thankful for Her father's words
because Her father is wise
and if He were to meet him
they might just get along well
with time.
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