The words you said in a comment,
was all but to me a torment,


How then would you from me expect,
to your words provide retrospect,


When I am a liar and a breaker,
how bad, I thought I’d be a home maker,



Lips have a way of giving way,
To our deepest thoughts by the way,


Now I know where I stand in this court,
this in which once you came to court,


Though I stand here with love condemned,
The very one that yesterday chose to commend,


A fool is what i am bound to appear,
Now that I still linger  here,



Its a pleasure reading your leave-in

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