your words hit like breakers on the rocks down below and the love that you deny has started to show. The time and the effort are laid to waste. And the sweet drinks you poured are lost of their taste. Your efforts are grand and you piss time away waiting and biding and hoping she'll say the things that you long for and the things that you crave and so in turn she's made you her slave. You long for the freedom that will come with the truth. You think she doesn't notice because of her youth. But she sees and denies and prays it's not so. But the cracks in the walls are all starting to show. It's not fair but that's life and we know you'll get through. Because it's happened before...but not ever to you. So when the things crumble and it all hits the fan. Who will be left to hold your hand. To help you get through the significant loss? Who will be there to help with your cross? You know there was someone who always was there. Sitting quite close in one of your chairs and you turn to tell her you're sorry for this. That the hints that she threw were so hard to miss. You turn 'round to see her and find that she's gone. Left long ago while your heart you pawned. So not only alone you're lost and betrayed. Hearts littered on rocks...this mess that you made.
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