I thought it was a love triangle,
Where you loved us both,
But I was the third wheel ,
I can't stand it
that I love you ,
And you love her ,
I watch real love ,
from the shadows,
With open arms and dimming hope ,
that you could ever love me
My favorite now is a circle,
It has smoother edges,
But a triangle,
It is pointy with edges that will hurt you
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Stains and Stories
PoetryStains which showed a glimpse of life, Stories left untold, Unraveled by the tiny stains, Left behind to wonder what could have it meant Cover Credit : @Plastic-Promises
