There was a girl, Rozzanne or Rebecca,
Rosemary, Ronnie or Rain,
names don't matter, time don't tell,
they all deceive you the same.
Friends or foe, I don't really know,
yet blue sky turns to grey,
behind the curtains, the sweat, the action,
yet all eyes fall on the play.
Pretence is nothing but a cover,
true wolf needs to show,
when lightning strikes the field on fire,
temperature rise and grow.
Insistence on being always right,
yet hurt so deep profound,
tough on the surface, rock hard mountain,
but suffer without a sound.
It's about the words, unexpressed,
that caused such great calamity,
but when those phrases found their path,
there's no more generous gratuity.
Swords and daggers exchanged in disguised,
actions unexplained,
but stack the coins and pieces together,
pebbles form a lane.
No more shadows linger and remain,
confusion expounded stark,
Forgiveness exchanged, emotions rearranged,
Let foot prints leave their mark.
Memories voyage, planes and beaches,
of those I forever treasure,
in hope of many lives hereafter,
are filled with bliss and laughter.
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