History In The Making

Your words cut me like daggers

blinded by wealth and lust

not knowing where to turn next

the humble abode looks inviting

trapped I stay with no way out

looking vividly into a kaleidoscope of reality

having feared my maker



did we not know where to go?

no we knew but transgressed

there were no reasons to articulate

we did it together for our relationship

withering away yet holding on tightly

grasping, holding, and yearning for each other

we saw our end and it ruined us


no good story goes untold

secrets were kept and cherished

friends reconciled us

we finished on a happy note

changing us forever

never will this occur again

lets call it history in the making


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