The Ramada

Pt. 2 to We Sleep at Sunrise

Convinced. 
Love was found in room 315. Only, 
Forebidden lust was hidden amid 
Crimson-stained sheets. 

Oaths whispered. 
Ears too eager to listen. 
Words poisoned wits with secrets- 
Lies. 

Midnight fights. 
What's forgiven, never forgotten. 
Look how long it didn't last. 
Fell so iniquitously. 

Picked up. 
Rediscovered gravity. 
Polarized precedent behavior. 

Reaching. 
Supposititous second chances. Yet- 
The certainties known: 
Betrayal. 

The End

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