Frustrated to no end with everyone
but you; there's really no way out of this.
I'm tired of his questions, of her games--
This love triangle is pure hit or miss.
The bond 'tween brains keeps me safe in this storm,
He is the sign at the crossroads of thought.
Beautiful in words and lovely in speech,
his comfort is the kind cannot be bought.
She holds me up with strong words and bright eyes,
I can think of nothing new to say here.
So often am I filled with gratitude
I have already said it all, I fear.
Light of my life, the reason I am strong;
I know what you are, what you can become.
Don't let the tyranny lead you astray.
Be who you are. She'll see her mistakes someday.
Wheels turning, the flames keep burning, and I
am at a loss of what to say or do.
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