I've looked at love from both sides now.
The ends too similar to bear.
Yet nothing of great consequence
Barely merriting a poetic phrase.
Please understand I never had a secret chart
to get to the heart of this or any other matter.
I took wrong turn. You were a mere brush against my side.
This love is a sordid affair. The dampening tones, these weary blues. And I find my age and experience gives me away to the stereotype. my words are self indulgent and misguided. Yet I cant make myself write anything more. I 've entrenched myself within my emotions.
The ends too similar to bear.
Yet nothing of great consequence
Barely merriting a poetic phrase.
Please understand I never had a secret chart
to get to the heart of this or any other matter.
I took wrong turn. You were a mere brush against my side.
This love is a sordid affair. The dampening tones, these weary blues. And I find my age and experience gives me away to the stereotype. my words are self indulgent and misguided. Yet I cant make myself write anything more. I 've entrenched myself within my emotions.
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