Illusions of sunshine seeping through the clouds on that thunderous day
The gloom of my doom brought upon you the canyon growing in your heart
Fulfillment of temptation enticed not by a Midsummer Night’s Dream intoxication
But of the lack of my satisfaction
Not just in hopes of you or of our well-being, but in – it all
I found something surreal from a being so real to me
Giddy and drunk off the sweet taste of something we call love
Young and tender, easy to deceive, wasn’t my role but yours
Smarter than you thought, less caring than you liked to believe
I received your passion with hunger and constant need
Mistaken for love by both parties was the real sin
Obsession and infatuation overcame – it all
I wanted to breathe, I wanted to leave
And so I did.
Timing imperfect as the story always seems to go
Too late for I’m sorry it had to happen this way
But that’s just the way the grass grows
Everyday the pain cut away and happiness in abundance
Flows.
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