Ona cold bedroom floor
Thinking, how did we do it?

In a little circle
the making of a master crime.
a place dark and secret
we destroyed a blessing of God's playground.
What's ahead?
Will it stalk us for eternity?

A day without sunshine
the roses are dead
the final cut cursed the darkness.

Gossip, consumed with vital lies.
Fact or fiction?
our foundation of secrecy worn.

flying to nowhere
with a burden on our backs.
bearing in my mind a small wonder.
treasure the last line,
happily ever after.
 
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