More than it was
A knife to cause hurt
More than it should have been
An indecent desire
Wrapped with folly to conceal unwanted emotions
All I see is escape from the daunting arms of the future
Words that were muttered under extreme emotions
Exchanged with hopeful fulfilment of dreams that never fired
Said in a hurry when the feelings settle for cups of tea
You could offer none because you were too broke to offer a piece of sanity
Regret it is
That is, of you
Who no longer pictures in me
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