There goes the sun,
The day is done,
The night begins to fall,
The darkness comes to call,

When in a midsummer nights dream,
Her mind begins to scheme,
Shunning the questions with guile,
Unable to speak through the bile,

She’s jumped from the earth,
Her tears run the girth,
Where her woes are caught,
When the rivers meet the salt,

Behind her scheming mind,
You will surely find,
Her denial runs through her veins,
A disease remained unnamed,

I’m sure you don’t understand,
But if I told you that a man,
Was the reason she floats drowned,
You would know that heartbreak took her down.

 
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