love took a detour
right past me
it found someone
more desirable instead
love wasn't destine
to follow my path
its compass had bearings
set for elsewhere
love completely
overlooked my gate
it didn't wish
to associate with me
love's tether
hath eluded
thee
all the time
love is a gypsy
which pursues
a
sweeter fruit
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 5:50 PM UTC
love took a detour
right past me
it found someone
more desirable instead
love wasn't destine
to follow my path
its compass had bearings
set for elsewhere
love completely
overlooked my gate
it didn't wish
to associate with me
love's tether
hath eluded
thee
all the time
love is a gypsy
which pursues
a
sweeter fruit
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