Parting With a Lover
Parting with a Lover
Parting with a Lover,
Is a very sweet sorrow
Indeed love is a poor player
That kicks mud and rubbish
In the face of once sweet-heart
And all is a heap of bull dung
Licked by a pair of fools,
Liars playing hide and seek
Holding each other amorously
In the bed of rosy sorrows
As they play tragicomic games
Full of conjecture
Pretense
And darkness
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