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I know this lady in the big city

Her hair, lustrous. Her face, so pretty.

She is bright, and oh so witty.

 

I know she awaits the day we met

No references needed. She did vet

And found me in good stead, I'll bet.

 

But she's different. For me risks are fraught

To go and see her, I really ought

Else she will think all was for naught.

 

For sure, I enjoy her company from afar

We write. We joke. Our laughter does soar

She suggests we should meet at her favorite bar.

 

But truth to say. She doesn't arouse

My passion, though her pics I browse

And read her reviews until I drowse.

 

What comfort to her can I say.

For magical words, I wish, I pray.

For I wish I didn't feel this way.

 

I know that I will disappoint

This lady, with wit ever on point

But my presence I can't anoint.

 

I know her feelings I'll hurt

To her I'm no regular Tom, Dick or Burt

But my true feelings I just cannot blurt.

 

She wants my time to spend

But she's an acquaintance. She's not a friend.

I know there's no relationship to tend.

 

Truth? I need no advice.

Because I already know it. Clean. Concise.

For in this world, all has a price.

 

She wants me near, for just a taste

But I wish my words could be erased

Too much of her time I've come to waste.

 

Friends, what more is there to say.

For I wish I didn't feel this way

But it's now time to slip away.

Edited by Birdboy
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Some of my tales are cute puppy dogs. Warm, friendly, easy to love. I can always tell which ones they are. I get rep points, friendly comments, the occasional PM.

 

This tale is a warthog. It's not a pretty tale. It won't give anyone the warm fuzzies. It's much harder to love. But I would say that its the stonier tales that need to be told more. Because although they are harder to read, they are all the more important because no one else talks about these subjects. And I would say that warthogs deserve love too, perhaps even more so because it takes more effort to do so and it is a rarer individual that does.

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