Playful Sobs of Lullaby
Mournful silence in which they cry.
The union that has left them cold.
The remnants of a lie that sold.
Did we head into this deal blind?
Can we say we weren’t of right mind?
Broken, crumpled; before your eyes.
Collateral to your self –demise.
All the things you did not see.
Until they forced a mirror to thee.
Did we think of one another?
Can we say we that you’re my lover?
No answer? Nothing left to say?
I’m sorry my dear.
This time I didn’t come back.
I’m sorry. Please hear.
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