Given over to her
a blur, I saw you there
starring through the window
bend low, peer deeply...
sweetly she caresses
and blesses your brow
now I know the truth
proof of what was real
feel it! feel it! my descension
tension grips and flexes
complexities and retributions
solutions to the problem of you and I
cry false tears despite what is obvious
pios and proud fake woman
some day all will be known
flown away in full view
new to this sort of hurt
flirt with disaster then hide
wide is your love, but not deep as mine
the wine has gone bad
had trips in the wine glass
mass in black and red...dead
I said it was you and him
grim was my truth
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