For The Wrong Ones Poem by Mustafa Ghuneim

I had a friend who loved this girl,
They fought for some words, he meant to say,
The words were so sweet, the girl couldn't take,
She thought it was suspection of what she gives and he takes,

The words were I love ya,
But for her was:
I want more,
If I said these words,
you would be my 'hore,

He didn't mean, his innocence was so clear,
And for their appart he slipped more than a tear,
He was afraid he won't love but her,
To stand forever on her memory, it wasn't fair,
She asked about him again one time or two,
But never became like past, they were now like a friend and a foe,
Can you believe her, with her sick thoughts,
She couldn't bare when this became O'true,

The fear wasn't his, but the fear was living in her heart,
So she chose to go away to put this issue appart,
To leave him with his sorrow, just give up her part,
This painting was full of emotions, another still life art,

Stand my pal, you will get what you seek,
Your heart won't always suffer a leak,
Someone will cure your snitches,
Someone will hide them again,
Someone will fill in gap, your ex left inbetween,
Just you and your fresh new grain...