Spilled Milk.

So haphazardous, were these feelings.
I never knew what drove them.

Could I like her, escape within.
With us like them without a word.

Did lust drive us down this beaten path?
Or did infatuation sail us toward our consummation.

In merriment we stood and looked ahead
But I never knew our love was bred.

It couldn't last, these awkward sideways glances
Never knowing what we'd see on eachother's faces 

Two years we tugged on eachother's heartstrings,
Sometimes playfully, carressing a harp
other times like beating a drum in the dark.

The sour taste left in my mouth
The smell of you on my bedsheets
Its all gone, fucking gone.