The Two

May 13, 2016

All this love I cannot contain;

And holding it, is driving me insane;

To give my love, but no one to receive;

It escapes from me, like the wounded bleed;

A mutual love, it’s hard to find;

But I try for a couple girls in mind;

The one is small, tiny and petite;

But her high standards, I cannot meet;

She’s so damn cute, pretty as can be;

So every time I see her, it saddens me;

She says she has problems, she wants some love;

I fit the spot, but am not good enough;

She thinks she’s ugly, I disagree;

She’s very pretty, and that’s what’s killing me;

And the next is younger, two years less than me;

And a fallen Angel, she must me;

She knows I love her, in her eyes I see;

I want to be with her, but we cannot be;

She has her man, but he does not deserve;

The Angel that, I see in her;

As we pass, in the hallway near;

Her eyes, they’re saying, “I’m still here”;

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