Endlessly
Finally
She drank a bit
From an empty glass of wine,
Finally
The pieces fit,
Yet they fail at matching fine.
Endlessly
Her sore red eyes
Turn to vast but shallow lakes,
Endlessly
She'll pay the price
For her salty sweet mistake.
Finally
He found his core
In her pointless rotting grief,
Finally
He craved for more
When she cursed his fake beliefs.
Endlessly
The heart explodes
In the weakened burning fists.
Endlessly...
And so it goes
Due to feelings-catalysts.
Hearts. Spades.
Wars. Games.
Spades. Wars.
It goes round, and round, and round
Behind the locked black door.
They. Endlessly.
Finally
He found his core,
Yet they fail at matching fine.
Luckily,
She craves for more
Than an empty glass of wine.
Hearts. Spades.
Wars. Games.
Spades. Wars.
It goes round, and round, and round
Behind the locked black door.
They. Endlessly.
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