Two Paths

January 12, 2018

a rain drop

and a soda pop

on an odd spring day

you call to me

two people that can never be

what is it that you see,

it is true

that my words come out blue

and allures you

but are you true.

are you the Blanche to my Stella

No, i need you to be...

be truly in love with me

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