• Confusion loves things that break apart.
    It inflicts lonely pain on those of pure heart.
    Recently, It took a friendship so deep in feeling
    And left thoughts of love and neither friend was smiling.

    Confusion, in our awkward silence, scoffed at us two.
    Confusion, like myself, wanted me to hate you.
    I never meant to hurt but for you to forget.
    I thought if I could quiet this pain, our lives would be set.

    People got involved, which should never have been.
    Confusion thought at the time that It would win.
    He then wrote her two sides of a poem so lovely,
    She then wrote a two-sided narrative for Confusion to see.

    So you still care even though Confusion still holds me.
    God will give us all time for us to see.
    Even if percussion holds me to the staff,
    Our friendly brass concerto is a diad.