Saturday, October 20, 2012

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You are not the most beautiful
thing I have ever seen.
You pale in comparison
to other brilliant things.

Your heart is kind, but it is not wise,
You cannot see with the mind,
I sometimes feel you are blind,

You are not there when I need you,
but you are when I don't.
And that's enough to get me through
the hardest times without you.

You think I'm brilliant.
I think you're lovely.
We think each other good
yet we are still so lonely.

I am loved by you,
and I love you so,
I don't know what that means yet,
and perhaps I will never know.

I suppose in the end
knowing wouldn't be much fun.
Because heartbreak is a curse,
and I'm not sure I'm the one.

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