Left to sit on the edge she makes a choice
Wrong or right, at least one heart shatters
When true love can't wait the tears are quick to follow
An impossible answer, one she unwillingly makes
His selfish desire, his childish fire
For her heart he lingers, lonely and broken
To see her smile would be his token
To a moment of peace, his sorrow would cease
What he can't see, she can't speak
Clear enough to heal this foolish pain
His obsession, unruly and unfair
And her perception of him will never be the same
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