Speak to me of flattery

Speak to me of flattery, of half-truths
And quaint old love stories falling from lips
Pursed with embroidered whisperings which slips
The great pretence between us with its roots
Of old cankers of sadness and regret,
Of what was lost and what had passed away,
Recalling sorrows of another day
That begs forgiveness, hoping to forget
What once was beautiful, a burning flame
Illuminates the joy of yester-year,
Each reminisce a sting to draw the tear,
Each memory a heartache and to blame
Life’s capriciousness, we each striving, each
Stumbling, failing from what we’ve tried to reach.


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