Disappointment
My love, my heart, my work of art...
The cost of love is the sacred fall.
A descent from life to bring us all,
a world in pain of fires flame.
The life, the lie, the heroes vain.
The two of hearts forced
into silenced words.
Look at you who cast the blame,
when anger rules the lives you stain.
If either of you sought the best
we wouldn't fear the ears and our words would rest
where they needed to be and we could have avoided this whole mess.
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