Fail Every Time

In the darkness you see a light

A gun and a single shot is in sight.

Both hands for the table you reach

You smile and think of that day at the beach.

You load the gun and give it a spin

*Click* it seems this time you win.

You on the table your blinking phone

along with that beautiful and subtle tone.

You open the phone and there it reads,

“You are a good friend Zeke, indeed.”

But your feelings for her are infinitely more

Even when you look down the center of this bore.

Your purpose in life seems to be complete

To be a friend to someone that is  joyful and sweet.

You give it a spin for this final rhyme

To fail at love once,

*BANG*

Means to fail every time.

–Zeke

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