I don't know if I like's old, I don't care.

Here's something to pass the time

Please pass the wine, chase
Away the demons you overanalyze

Always quick to compromise,
I bet you never realized
Why I couldn't stay

Deceitful answers to
Honest questions never looked
So sincere coming from
Your lips. Blinded by
Desire, we hear
What we want, take even
Less, leaving lies in buried
Holes of regret

Scandal spreads roots like
Wildfire, growing to reveal
Secrets they behold, if not
Too late, always too soon

The End

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