The End
There it is
The end of our story
With such a rocky end
Rough as a quarry
No more stitches left to mend
Just a final clash and a broken sob
No more heart strings left to bend
You've got your hand on the knob
The door slams
A dull ache
The dam breaks
My hands shake
Tears escape and I break
Was it real?
Was it fake?
I sworn I loved you
You raised the stakes
We both lost
We both fell
No matter the cost
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