Oh, my dearest love, you do me such wrong
With your spiteful words and well-timed bragging.
While you enjoy the space, for you I long.
While you move on, I feel I am lagging.
New love, new adventures you tell to me.
You taunt me, shooting cannons in my heart
And dance on my rotting corpse with glee.
Where does the pain end and moving on start?
Have I done you ill will to deserve this?
Have you reason to doubt my love is true?
I told you that I year for your sweet kiss.
Without you I feel the deepest shade blue.
_________I have loved only you for so long, dear.
_________But your spite makes moving on key, I fear.
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