jmidworth

we haven’t learned from this before

i thought things might have changed

i left you on the cutting room floor,

deranged

a long time’s passed since we were bold

and had no use for sense

the tale your lover never told,

intense

but here we sit… so many tales , so many lies

it doesn’t fit, those weak attempts, those feeble tries-

yet here we lie….so many times, so many tries

i can’t believe my love was a surprise

–

can you recall that summers night

love sauntered out the door?

there was no argument or fight

just bored

i chased it’s shadow down a lane

that had no light or curb,

i came back empty and in pain,

disturbed

the reasons for the wars we fight

don’t always coincide

with what our heart just knows is right,

decide

so here we sit… so many lies, so many tales

we don’t exist, our weak resolve, our courage frail-

and then we lie…we try our best to make the sale

i can’t believe this love was bound to fail

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