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Liar
Liar
“Well played”, with slow claps, is all I can say.
What goes on in your head, I can only wonder,
It is really not your fault,
Or: it just might be;
Surrender.
Anyway; it is probably me lashing out, venting;
But what you did was wrong, truly Exasperating.
You broke the existing bond of trust
A secret, held by many is no secret, dear love.
“Well played” with gritted teeth; is all I can say.
What goes through that head of yours must be a disoriented wonder
It is not your fault,
Or: it just might be; Blunder.
Anyway, you have always painted a portrait of unacceptance and deprival
But where is the sorrow, I have never seen your eyes.
There might be something wrong with me!
Others too? How confused can you be?
“Your life”, with a calm smile, I say
A deserving heiress, queen “Cersie” may wonder.
It is not your fault
Or; it just might be: Hunger.
Anyway! Shut up, decide; stay the same or change;
Unfortunately, man may change, but man’s nature, never.
For my sake:
“Dumb fool”, with my head held low, is all I can say;
“Played like a fool you were, no wonder”
It is not your fault
Or, it just might be; Somber.
Anyway! The pain lets you know that you are still breathing,
“Thank you, Liar.”
This insult and treason has gotten me rooted again.
