Him and her, she and I.
One triangle in and out.
Spreading through, thinking of you,
Eternally me and you?
I don't know; time will tell, is there room for me to amend?
The truth will come, no room left to pretend.
To me your the only one, always thinking of you.
When should I get the new shoes.
I don't know were to go from now.
Months later, emotions have changed.
Or rather more the subject matter?
She has changed, It is no longer her, It is me, It is someone else.
But he is not here anymore, yet this brings little help to my plight.
Only she can help, with the new task that I must do and harder it seems...
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