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| Image Credit - Jenny Morgan |
The cycle continues to flow
as I watch the changing color scheme.
Just let me know when to worry
right before it gets too late.
Because every bit I loose of you
seals our already compromised fate.
What is a love worth
if it never sees the light?
Like a boxed up collection
tucked away, out of sight.
You can lie to me
and make me think it's true.
You can lie to yourself too
just as long as you follow through.
Because what's not said is suicide
for the promises in your heart.
And what's not acknowledged is murder
when two souls are forced to
part.
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