Morning's story proclaimed just a boy, and the fool that he was. At noon came that man to own the pain he had caused....
Awake, for the gift of the day my bygone foundation, my yesterday friend.
Lost, alone and abandoned. Impossible now to make amends.
There is nothing more divisive than a forsaken heart. Patronize with emptiness, a family left torn apart.
Eyes can see, the truth refuses to stay hidden. Lies are the mask for things forbidden.
To give up on their union is her cold selfish path. Move on without him, so that he finds out dead last.
Consumed with lust, her unremarkable toy. Yet another attempt, searching for a new kind of joy. Temptation brings sin, deception foretold. She manipulates the child, to cease feeling old.
Soon she shall return to the castle, desperate to locate that missing piece. But the door has been locked now. She no longer has keys.
Without an ounce of forgiveness her ego pushed him away. Her broken chastity, is how she made him pay.
Forlorn in seclusion, left as a mere shell of a man. Her love just an illusion, part of her decade long plan. With his daily intention he tried to do right. He would never surrender his hope would bring forth new light. She ignored every plea, gave no attention nor cared. She longed for the darkness, of love she'd grown scared. To punish him always, her never ending black rain. She shall never give closure it's not part of her game.
His prayers were not answered, nor were the questions he asked. Its different this time, She wears an unremovable mask.
She chooses a new path, one her family can't follow. They have been left behind, her soul is now hollow.
She will never find peace, her touch is ice cold. She cares for only herself, she digs deep for gold.
Love no longer resides in her polluted heart, empty dreams hold her future, everything falls apart....
The filth of the Minx, quick to employ her flower. Seduced the boy from his rainbow to expose a true coward. The con that she ran, a distance of just over a score. He seeks a rough calloused hand, he hides his secret no more. Soon her face shows the decades she's not the same as before. Despite every promise and vow he heads out the door. She hears herself crying but she makes not a sound, a queen in her imagination, in reality just a clown.
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