Sunday, August 9, 2020

He’s by Himself

That girl will be the death of me. Definitely. An island unto himself, this is me. A planet with no orbit, a drop in the sea. I figured it be like this, similar to swing and miss. A goodbye without a kiss. What’s a friend anyway? I thought I knew. She did too. Sunsets over the lake. A heart destined to break. Who’s feelings were fake? His were real. Hers were too. What’s a friend anyway? Damn, I thought I knew.

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