Relapsed Lovers

Go caress the weeping girl?
the one without a smile.
Yes, the hidden one,
the girl broken for a while... ?

Shes over there,
by that big white window,
covered in glass,
shes a big time bimbo.

But what do you care... ?
you sadistic love freak.
you fool of a lover,
you moron sad leak.

I don't think you understand,
as you walk towards her,
what will come to band,
when you covet something like her.

Shes a nothing glancing scowl.
a broken tool of man.
the darkness hilt shovel,
shes that sad one in land.

They see you bending over,
looking down with a smile.
For you its all over,
like a thought for no ones pile.

But when she glances up,
without a tear to stretch,
but smiling like a pup,
everyones heart self loathes wretch.

But no one understands,
you two relapsed lovers.
you do this thing called chatter.
which leads to smiles of matter.

Battered, broken and soothing,
they are meant for each others.
and liken like a sad story moving,
nothing sad ever compliments lovers.

So in the Eve of Senior year,
the ending bells of hidden tears.
the sadness quake came to a wake,
and she did the thing he feared for leers.

So, in compliments only ages old.
nothing is perfect, set in stone.
but one thing can be said,
that these two lovers bold:

Will now be set as lovers,
complete in setting stone,
beyond the hidden covers,
of what was once loan.

An eternity of tone.
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* two people inspired me.

* you know who you are