The Story of Two

The story of two,
two lonely souls,
that happened to meet,
their hearts became full.

The one who's "good,"
or so she claims,
can't see the light,
the dark is in her brain.

But not the good dark,
the one that I seek,
the kind that weakens,
makes you stupid and meek.

The other will stab,
you right in the back,
every time he's around, I wish,
that dumb blond head to smack.

He claims to be friend,
but is clearly foe,
why does she like him,
I'll never know.

But I don't care,
if you couldn't tell,
them being together,
puts us all in hell.

Then why do I think,
of them always,
it makes me sad,
it heavies my days.

So those two,
can just go burn,
they're both hated,
or so you've learned.