I guess you wanted me to wait for you.
The love that never comes.
Now I see you and I am saddened
Because I no longer see you.
You have her form and figure.
Her signature.
But in truth now a shadow.
A whisper of that woman.
Some would call you shallow.
But I know how your waters run deep.
Mine deeper still.
So how does the ocean talk to the lake?
Streams, rivers, tributaries you can send...
My love you can take...
But how do I tell you about me...
When he is all you see?
Told to forget you.
Soul sold no regrets too.
Rights owned by guess who.
Some worry you might sue
Try and walk in my shoes...
Suffocating every day
Under the pressure
Of how I felt.
Had to tell you.
Suffer my welt.
So now I wear my letter of scarlet
Sown in my skin
You hold your vows
Through thick and thin
To me woman you are free from sin.
It is I who is the guilty one
Motherless child. Bastard son.
I do as I wish not as I am told.
There is more to this story.
Truly it will be a tale to behold.
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