Unchosen

She’s born a fool,
And tonight her tears will fall.

His words are sweet,
He’s full of wit.
A perfect fit,
But their eyes will never meet.

She’s dreaming of a future,
And her heart is pure.
But his past is her torture,
A life he lived in despair.

In the end you realize, every word he spoke, every kiss he gave, every caress,
Were all meant for someone else.

Published by Blues without Clues

I write what I can’t say out loud.

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