Your words so precious,
Oh my heart is so ambitious.
Your voice so romantic,
Just like your clothes so aromatic.
The words you said,
Were spilled on my bed.
They are everywhere,
Printed and stained.
It couldn't be washed off,
It couldn't be brush.
Just left a mark,
So was our spark.
Nothing came right,
Without even a fight.
And it was gone
All gone and into the shadows.
Why is it that it couldn't be bothered to me?
What the heck just happened?
You thought I'm ok,
But backstabbing hurts.
And it could kill,
Like no one ever did.
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