You were the raven, i was a dove

and together we built this house

Yet you couldn’t taste my love

for all the lies in your mouth
You persisted, I didn’t mind that you

were undeserving of trust

I was young, naive and blind

my vision clouded by lust

I left for a thousand years. Today

I return, humble and meek

you said “My dear, all that you were to me

was the flavour of the week-

But now it’s different, I’m oh so different

and now you’re everything I want”

You’re far too late, my darling:

it’s dead; I’m dead

so cast your stone and move on


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