Like a fish too small to bother...
Doesn't register or rate...
Tossed back into murky waters.
Wasted time. Wasted bait.
Young love spurned and unrequited...
Heart of glass begins to crack...
Till it shatters into pieces...
Mercilessly thrown back.
Wiser now and more mature...
Bitter hindsight turned around
To face the cold hard facts ahead,
To not look back,
Not look down.
Knowing that the pond holds many
As we glide among the pack,
One will find and swim beside me.
We will never be thrown back.
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