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The Warth Of A Friend

The wrath of the friend of the one whom you love,
Is not one to be dealt with.
Somehow, I have evoked it.
I know not how.
I know not why.
All I know is that I only felt a miniscule part of it,
And I don?t wish to feel any more.
May haps she found out that I like her friend,
And she is instinctively trying to protect her,
As a good friend should.
Again I say, I know not how or why.
But I shall persist on,
And work up the nerve to ask her friend out.
If you know not the workings of my head,
Then it is most likely that you are confused by
what I am saying.
I evoked the wrath of the one whom I love?s friend.
I think that the friend may just be acting protectively.
But, I shall persist on and work up the nerve,
To ask the one whom I love out.
Maybe, once I have done so,
The wrath shall be up-lifted.
Only time will tell?

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Falling For Victory

Through my heart the nights go crawling,
Whilst my mind isa bawling,
Bawling out the feelings within.
As a result of this my santy's grown thin.
Once it snaps,
I'll feel as though I am falling,
Falling, and I might not win...
As I am falling I might think,
"What if I land and begin to sink?
Sink from her eyes,
And into her pits of hatred and fear?
Will her screams drown me out?
Or will my pleas she hear?"
But, what if I win?
Will her heart I be in?
Will her love to my heart she lend?
Or choose to be just a friend?
Are these feelings that I feel for her for real?
Or will my heart need time to heal?