Parallel Lives
Fate is all wrong, abstract, skewered
And life is just jests, jokes, and mean
The world is snow cold and slap cruel
My hard heart laughs sad from within
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I sorely wish for one chance, another
Another shot at the blank pages of life
And sometimes I see you and wonder
If you and I both feel the same strife
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Our souls are but two parallel lines
Next to each other, yet never touching
Universe decided our separate lives
Both will be infinite, but unsatisfying.
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Poésie♠♠♠ La Douleur Exquise. French term, meaning: the exquisite pain of loving someone unattainable. ♠♠♠ Just one more hit and then we're through 'Cause you could never love me back Cut every tie I have to you 'Cause your love's a fucking drag... ♠♠♠
