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And his arms become the webs of crawling insects
The kings and queens of his time

Out of all the stars in the sky, the shiniest one stood alone on the binge of falling apart
Now what does that tell you?

The bright lemon yellow is now fading to a dull speck of what you may think is light
The edges no longer sharp, but chipped away

The lines connecting together are no longer straight; they have grown crooked
His insides now twisting with agony and guilt; regretting he never told her

What he should have done, he never did; didn’t even try
Thoughts of her is all there is in his head, her face is everywhere he goes

Trying to move on, but the next girl looks just like she did
Closing his eyes doesn’t ever work, but still he tries, yes, pretending he tries

But never did he try to love her; never did he say the word love
The word has been stuck in his throat next to his Adam’s apple

Nothing would come out but a croak; the word never made it
Now he wishes she would have grabbed his throat and forced it out

Even with the next girl he cannot bear the word because of his regret
Why did he not tell her how he feels? Why did he not use the word?

But it’s too late, yes it’s way too late; that girl found a new him
A new him that can get the word unstuck from his throat

And there is no regret or guilt, not with her
There is now only happiness and fulfillment for once, like she had wanted for so long

And him, he is alone, nothing to comfort him
But his own cry and footsteps about an empty house

Never will he be as happy as what he would have been with her
Never will she be happier then she is now with him

Written February 6, 2009

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