She’s feeling torn, caught up between two lovers.
Not her wish, not even her want.
The one she wanted didn’t want her, and the one who did she couldn’t commit herself.
Ah. The killer has now become the victim.
She can’t choose. She loves them both.
Confused, and angry at herself for letting this happen.
I’m insane, she thinks.
Yes, she is.
She looks around. Light, beauty, remorse. Both love her. She loves one more.
They both want her. She too, wants them both.
But doesn’t understand, love cannot be shared, at least not between two lovers.
Sigh. Puzzled. Worried. Two with her. But still alone.
TheHyperteen 
but we two cannot have her, so its one or the other and one day you'll discover that she is my girl forever…….jackson bhai ko geet yaad aayo, “the girl is mine” vanne suna hai……..
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now.. I've got two blogs and two bloggers…
one more sensible than other…
other more sensitive than one…
But, both superve in their way…..
You-know-who….
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Another in postmodern…….and I simply love it!! 🙂
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something related to my life i supppose 🙂 thank you .
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