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Friday, 21 June 2024

Sunk, I’ve fallen out of love

My demented mind descended

Pretended it had been doing good


My times past have been lamented

Cemented dams opened to the flood


All past promises are now rescinded

Crescendo to the sound of going rough


Your likes, dislikes, flights of fancy are contended

They are sent packing, with the candle that I snuff


No more string-less invitations extended

One too many open arms, becalm unfriendly stuff


Happy times stored safe, easily remembered

You have cut me so so deep with your indifference


So deep

I am sunk, and so I have fallen out of love