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11/16/18
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He doesn't know.
Doesn't realize
How much its hurting
Tearing, slicing
Through his heartstrings.
He's blaming it
Always blaming
On the stress
Just relax
Relax
Nothing is wrong.
But then he sees her
Sees her with him,
Talking, laughing.
Smiling.
His eyes watch them
Asking silent questions.
His heart aches in reply
Giving an answer.
He doesn't know why
But a desire grows.
He wants to stride over
To pull the couple apart.
Y
et he still doesn't know.
He blinks.
Turns away from the scene
Of romance and first loves.
Must be food poisoning.
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Neon
Diversos(SOMEHOW, REGULAR UPDATES) A collection of poems, short stories in poetic form, rants hidden in poetic form and other things that pop up in my head. *** Staring at the canvas, She chose to pluck a brush From her own head, And paint with the colours...
