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Forgive me, love, for my cynicism
but I’ve started to believe you’re a scheme.
Make believe fairy tale, some kind of self depreciating dream.
I’ve never seen you last, only pass through briefly.
I’ve only seen you show your teeth after you had spoke so sweetly.
Forever you say, he said, and so did he..
Forever with her, forever with her, forever with me.
The pet names pass through, like deja vu or possession
Of different faces, different mouths, can you see how I fear deception?
Mine, yours, his, hers and yours, it’s a cycle.
Recycled words, recycled promises, recycled vows, a whole life full..
Of a back and forth, tennis match of feelings with no real winner.