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Dear Temporary Bliss,
I Sense a Shift Amidst
When I No Longer Crave Your Embrace or Your Kiss
Reaching For The High Hanging Fruit
Wet Behind The Ears, "Know It All" Youth
Suspicion Birthed By Intuition
Mercury Retrograde Enhanced Mis-communication
What A Situation I Have Found Myself In
Barely Hanging On to the Rope of Tolerance
Patience Account In Overdraft and Fading Thin
But The Wife In Me Will Surely Win!
Silence is Loud When Truth is Eluded
Fruit Picking Like an Opportunist to Opportunities
You Can Fool Them, But You Can't Deceive Me
For You See
The Crone in Me Knows The Truth
Her Flaming Torch Will Be Your Retribute!
The Lord Who Came First Has Long Departed
Leaving Behind an Amateur Who Can't Grasp How This Situation Started
Masked Grandeur In A Truth Parade
Is It Me or Yourself You are Trying to Persuade?
Sorry, Not Sorry!, I'm Not Drinking Your Sour Lemonade
Your Version, Illusion of Love Has Left Me Bored
My Time, My Energy and Sanity You Cannot Afford
No Regrets At All for The Time Invested
It's Just That You're Not My Type and I'm Not Interested!
Copyright ©
Carlene Jackman
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