A poem about triangulation. There'd be zero issues if they were "just friends". But they're not, and he doesn't love her but she's got her hooks in him anyway fully knowing she's keeping him from TRUE LOVE or any real chance of HAPPINESS
Tag: affairs
Chess
If you lay down your arms, I will lay down my pride.
Fog
They care not while I rot.
Night Riding (Lyrics)
I wrote a song. Night Riding Lyrics
