Foxtrot's Theories

Sitting in the darkness,
I see a solemn sight.
She sits there through the day,
he sits there through the night.

She stares without a whimper,
not a tear shed at all.
Her strength is not distinguished,
as she hides beneath her shall.

He comes to bid her leave,
it is his turn to wait.
They pass each other once again,
still ignoring their fate.

So I finally confront him,
with the girl that's his to be.
She opens up his eyes,
and is there for him to see.

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I'd love to say there was an inspiration for this, other than pressing the 'check messages' button. No, I just write.
Excellent two and a half minutes' work, I'd say.

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Sitting in the darkness,
I see a solemn sight.
She sits there through the day,
he sits there through the night.

She stares without a whimper,
not a tear shed at all.
Her strength is not distinguished,
as she hides beneath her shall.

He comes to bid her leave,
it is his turn to wait.
They pass each other once again,
in ignorance of fate.

But when will she confront him?
Is this the way it has to be?
Though if he'd open up his eyes,
she'd be there for him to see.

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Better. I think...