xxoNe hEaRt, tWo LoVeS...

[pooponrice]

Like the ripple in a pond,
after a rock has been,
thrown, continous and neverending.
Her face is what I see. It's not,
yours im rendering,

The love I have for,
her is veiled, but it,
longs to escape.
I keep it hidden but,
without it, I lie,
awake.

It eats my insides, a,
filthy parasite that is,
out of place in a,
relationship like ours.
The love I have for you,
is strong as the sun, but it,
is not posessed by only one.

The guilt fades while,
in her presence, but,
rages at the thought of,
you, alone in ingnorance.
I wait hopefully for her,
call, the phone rings,
and they fall.

The phone shows your,
number,
not the number of,
the one who's,
face,
laugh,
and entire entity causes,
my neverending hunger.

Why do I feel this way?
Is it possible to be torn,
like this between loves?
Is it normal to hope for,
a call from one when you've,
sworn "I love you" to,
another...?