given no answer to no answer




given no answer to no answer,
dropping me like a dead fish,
how could he hurt me like this,
dropping him like a dead fish,
I’m sick and tired of old roads,
new faces, new talks and new
adventures, I was so ready for
a commitment, a harbor and
solid ground and there’s where
I still am, in a step betwixt sea
and sky, bravely smiling, weep
in my heart; late he asked – what
turned us from sweet to sore


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