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He smiles at me from across the table and I know the feeling,
I know the sadness it brings.
He is of two minds, divided, and I am irresolute.
But we are intrepid, we carry on.
And he is the first to break
the silence, ever present, sadness grows
as a smile bubbles at my lips that long to
once more, move in rhythm with his.
We are right and we are wrong, so wrong.
We are right, we press on, and on.
We are so wrong.
The irony of the complexity lingers on.
They will tell us we are wrong.
©2008-2009 ~undevelopedstory
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:iconthebadbadperson:
i like this a lot. i know this feeling, maybe too well. anyway, i think you captured the sense and the tension of the moment really well

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Art is how we attempt to express what cannot be described.
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thanks, it was difficult to write

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Hold nothing back.

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