My sorrow Is too grand
My taste buds are so bland
My stomach Is a mess
My heart Is broken I guess
It began so innocently
Our feelings grew so fondly
It's so hard to comprehend
To have her solely as a friend
It would be divine
To make her mine
We both do realize
There Is no compromise
There would be cause to celebrate
Only If they were to separate
That would be selfish of me
To wish that upon anybody
But I cannot see her anymore
Cause She Is already spoken for
Damn.
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Your title is so appropriate... isn't compromise another name for life....Nicely written..tnx for sharing..Tnx for your comment on my poem.