How convenient it is for you
To make me your victim,
With your whispered lies,
From an irrevocable murder
Of your sidestep, not saying goodbye?
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The Unspoken
Poetrythe storyline of heartbreak and impeccable ecstasies: the unspoken. disclaimer: cover not mine
Torn Between
How convenient it is for you
To make me your victim,
With your whispered lies,
From an irrevocable murder
Of your sidestep, not saying goodbye?
