Something

I think we are alone,
No TV or phones,
So, pick the bones out of this dear.
You’re welcome
There is nothing to fear.
The worlds a stage,
But actors badly cast,
Each plays a part,
But it steers towards its own conclusion.
The inevitability of pride,
And jealousy,
Masques the confusion,
And can lead to delusion.
Where are you?
Where am I?
You had something,
I couldn’t buy,
No matter what.
But I just can’t forget,
And I don’t live,
In deep regret.
You’re no saint,
And nor am I,
But I loved you anyway.

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