A Pity
It's a pity — such a pity —
That behind those eyes
Lies,
nothing but hazel pretty.
It's a shame — a great shame —
There's zilch we share In common,
Remotely similar, or the same.
It's a heartache — a real pain —
Each other's hearts,
Both lives left stained,
Losing more than we thought Possible
, and ever would've Gained.
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