Monday, November 16, 2009

Lines poem

Some lines just shouldn't be crossed,
and he crossed it. He fell in love.
With me. That wasn't part of the
plan. That wasn't supposed to
happen. Now we stand face to face
in confrontation, acting out a scene
from a bad romance movie. It seems
I must choose my candidates
more carefully in the future.
But for now, punishment
is in store for this one. Maybe
in the future he'll stay
on the right side of the line.

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