Poem : Right Guy, Wrong Girl. Again.

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Sometimes the heart spins in solemn old ways
Get’s lost in the clutter of love’s subtle maze.
Take the hardest choices,
Often against an intense choir of ‘NO’ voices.
Each second is spent simply thinking of her
With no though of the heartbreak all set to occur.
“It will all be okay” was the last thing she said
As they fell out of love and straight into the bed.

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