A Twist Among Happiness

March 10, 2009
Why must I like the one
The one I know I can never have
Why must I be so undeserving
So undeserving of her grace
She is utterly perfect
Yet I am broken
She is golden and polished
While I am tarnished and forgotten
Why must she be the one
The one that brings me hope
And yet my feelings pain me inside
For I know I don't stand a chance
Not with such a perfect being
She is a Goddess
And I am a mere peasant
Begging for a chance

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