I guess I was wrong
about the kisses you bestowed on me
the hands that roamed on me
(the nights my heart spoke to you)
the girl that was put behind you
the "job" that "took all of your time"
(the words that said "..the love of my life")
the bed that held us there
the smiles that made us
(the convenience of your lies)
the poetry I inspired, indeed
the snow and sun, we walked
(the nothingness you portrayed to me)
the beauty that wilted now
the bodies are gone
(are you happy now, "lover"?)
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