Nelly has just met Ted. Ted has two heads. Ted and Nelly live on jelly. They live on the jelly that is my belly.
Nelly is dark and angry and brooding. She is pissed off and gonna stay for a while. Ted is slightly more forgiving but maybe cause he has two heads that share the darkness. The heads divide and conquer the brooding and think they may go away before too long.
Nelly was born on a Sunday. Ted and his two heads on Monday. Tonight, Tuesday, they both share the space on my jelly belly. They pass the time by playing on again, off again (the hurt that comes with bruising, that is).
Nelly and Ted could be lovers except that they are just that little bit too far apart to touch. But they glance in each others direction with longing knowing that they will never quite be together. And they sing songs in 3 part harmony together knowing that soon, all of them will become lighter, then expand into a shade of yellow, then fade into oblivion.
But as it's been said, it is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all... Or something along that lines.
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