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1:14 a.m. : 2002-08-15
it’s not a crime she said
you’ve already tried that love one time he said
but you didn’t love me back she did remind
he replied that’s because it wasn’t the time
i think i found love, real and again she voiced
he frowned and replied you can’t find love; that’s not your choice!
and again she said, “well then…i love what came to me”
with a scowl he said, “yes but what now will come to be?”
i shall not worry she smiled back at him
he could only think to say, “i can’t believe your doing this again”
“but love is love and not about the way it arrives”, she screamed.
“it arrives?online it can’t remain too long alive, all you ever do is dream!”
i think you live in a fairytale he quipped.
i think you never really truly understood my written script!
i think you’re walking into the biggest mess he laughed.
“he is the whole book of love, you weren’t even a rough draft!”
“you think you got it all figured out?” he asked
“i know reality, I see it now, not like you, you were just a mask!”
“believe me I want you to be happy with this new guy.”
“we both know you don’t mean that, that for you is a lie”
“the thing is you just want love and that is all you see” said he.
“thing is you aren’t my friend if you can’t just be happy for me” said she.
“and furthermore i love that boy, and it’s not rocket science or just a toy…
and after this whole time you and i did talk, i realize it now even more.
“i plan to tell him i love him as much as i can this way” she stated.
”but love isn’t love until it’s real in real life..SOMEDAY!” he debated
“love is something you can never touch so when is that reality really real?”
“never mind, you believe it is something you can really somehow already feel”
as a final straw she tried…
“i think you will one day find it yourself and somehow you’ll just know”
and then he sadly replied…
“ya know…love??…i just don’t think so!”
its not for anyone else to understand
the who’s the what’s or where sometimes we choose to stand
she knows that he’s a long forgotten memory
that serves to remind her that only true love will ever find a way to just …be
some people we meet end up being the practice that we need for the real thing…
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