I should have known
to trust is to die
when every past utterance disguised a lie
when silken lips spoke poisoned words
when friendly eyes sought to disturb
when hollow entreaties split the verge
I should have known
to love is to cease
when every thought is a thought of release
when flosslike strands of webbing you'd weave
when the touch is cold, to what do I cleave?
when lonely nights replace the din
of saxaphone and sirens
of passion within
I should have known
to leave is to live
when never becomes tomorrow
when silence begins
when sleepless nights give way to rest
when I no longer give you my best
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