Bittersweet

A pristine mask smiles at mine

I know he must be lying

A speech thats well learned, line by line

I wonder at his crying

His grace wanders far from mine

And so far apart we are flying.

Let your eyes tell the story

Words past comprehending

I pray again this happiness

Won't draw to its ending

But that was never meant to be

Welcome the darkness neverending.

The End

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