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Sep 2018
1+2 does not mean free.


Why must beauty already be gone?
Why must love be a sad, sad song?
Why do I keep on falling for the wrong one?
Why did I not meet you, before you tried that ring on?


Love is stupendous!  And stupidly stupid.
Thanks a lot Cupid, look who you stuck me with.
Did you miss-fire or was this all planned?
Stupid Cupid, stupid arrow,
Stuck through the one who already has a man.


Narrow boats float side by side,
Along the river and into the blue.
Pictures painted from the bank only ever show two,
But under the clock more are seen,
And the one that was one, hopefully to become two,
Was eventually seen to be only a possibility of three.


Water shore, climb out of bed,
Forget the thoughts of dread that leave me dead.
Inside no heartbeat; beating myself up.
Another drug gone; lost to love.


A rainbow shone from inside those eyes,
And those lips they spoke of heat;
But worthless was the truth, which stood in front of the lies,
Because they have already met someone to love
And I have no interest in becoming a three.


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