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No. 116 I should have loved her Instead I loved her friend I will never forget when she walked away Not out of my life just the room The woman who loved me Disgraced for the woman I sought I should have wanted her I should have held her close She was immeasurably sweet and loving, intelligent and fun Instead I went for her (our) friend who was nothing but attractive I spent months without true feelings fueling a farce that always ends badly. Even after she broke up with her fiancé to date me we were not to last as it is ever written I ended up outside her apartment with tears sitting in her car It ended and the three of us were altered. I should have been smart but I sinned against right and mistook friend for lover. When lovers abscond, the friend never re-compensates the loss. I miss the us all these many years later and mourn the affection that I should have maintained. The I massacred the triumph of kinship. I miss them, the two girls. One I should of loved and the one that I did If only momentarily. Fin.
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May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 2:17 PM UTC
Unpropitious Discretion
No. 116 I should have loved her Instead I loved her friend I will never forget when she walked away Not out of my life just the room The woman who loved me Disgraced for the woman I sought I should have wanted her I should have held her close She was immeasurably sweet and loving, intelligent and fun Instead I went for her (our) friend who was nothing but attractive I spent months without true feelings fueling a farce that always ends badly. Even after she broke up with her fiancé to date me we were not to last as it is ever written I ended up outside her apartment with tears sitting in her car It ended and the three of us were altered. I should have been smart but I sinned against right and mistook friend for lover. When lovers abscond, the friend never re-compensates the loss. I miss the us all these many years later and mourn the affection that I should have maintained. The I massacred the triumph of kinship. I miss them, the two girls. One I should of loved and the one that I did If only momentarily. Fin.
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May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 2:17 PM UTC
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