Conflict
He loves her
He loves me
His with me
Not with her
She damaged him
She gave him everything and took it away
She left her mark and he can't forget
He walks into my life and in a moment he has imprinted his presences
In a single moment I have fallen
He gives me what I think I want but really he shortchanges me
Have I become his stepping stone?
Have I made up the words and photographs in my mind?
Like the snow
White, wet, solid, soft, pretty, almost harmless, a storm that takes it all
His tenderness
The lifeless fire, I desire to ignite
He will never love me
I will never get him
Or who knows? The story has not ended
Oh, but there is still that conflict
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