There are 2 Parts to Every Story

There is two sides to every story

There is a right above a wrong

A love through an anger

A peace finalizing a war

But what happens to the person on the side, is she but nugatory?

In a love story, there’s more than two people in love, someone doesn’t belong

Someone for the past, just begging for an answer

When you love your other,

She can’t help but still love you

When you kiss your other,

She can’t help but wish it were her

She’ll watch you from the side

happy that you’re happy

But still wonder where she went wrong