Sadset (Entry #7)
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Sadset (Entry #7)

I won’t tell you I want to spend more time

What I feel, let it be conveyed like a pantomime

For you, how can I be happy knowing that in our friend’s story

She has turned you into a third party which has made me angry

 

The memory of us staring at the sky colored by peach

Is saddening enough to be written on a paper plane to be thrown out of reach

Like parallel lines that are never meant to cross with

We can never be romantically solid; we have length and height but not width