The Girl...
By Enru
Is it love? Is it something else? Maybe it's too early to tell? But it doesn't matter, it's unreturned, She loves another, Who took her heart, And shattered it like glass, He who I hate, Yet I've never met, He who I hate, More than anyone else, Her poetry crys a painful song, A song where he is the unreachable desire, My song is the same, Except I cry for her, My unreachable desire, My perfect one, My tears of pain.There's double meaning in that last line... Written January 9th, 2002 © on Jan 09 2002 11:26 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Is it love?..."