by Anon
The notes and the pens
Fluttered in the air
She stopped to pick them up
But he was first, there.
Her nose was in books
And her eyes on music
However she knew
His heart was losing
He took her hand
And she knew it was time
Truth shall set us free
But hurt, it defines
The glances that met
And the cheeks that were rouge
One heart beat faster
The other went loose
Nights spent in avail
Lurches off to sleep
But only one of them
Can be allowed, free
The notes and the pens
Fluttered in the air
She stopped to pick them up
And from afar, he stares.
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