Had we been together
It's so predictable
These diamonds wouldn't tear
The lust , deception , pretence.....
As a perception of love
All would be a myth

Your love won't be public
But true....
Probably a gate way to heaven
Not a staircase to hell
Insecurity that deprives me of solace
Wouldn't be my cancer

It's a dismay only two know
Quill and heart
That resolve for silence
Never by choice
For nature deamed it fair
To curse them Dumb
Truly this goes to my grave
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