since when…

Since When…

since when did i begin to dream of you as poison,
since when did our lust rust into a kind of toxin,
was it when you sang to me like a siren,
with your hot whispers oiling my inhibitions,
or
was it when you and i shared a bed,
and i couldn’t control that little child in my head,
who dreamed whenever you said whatever you said,
that our love was the kind that lasted long after we’re dead,
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you sang your songs, you sang your songs,
to right my wrongs, to right my wrongs,
when all along you knew, all along you knew,
empty promises tear thru, empty promises tear thru,
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since when did ‘love’ become a subjective term,
since when did your silence become a cold burn,
was it after you saw how much i could yearn,
how much your love is what i forever sought to confirm,
or
was it always all about some kind of esteem,
and, as an after thought, there was our dream,
our love for another that fit perfect into the grand scheme,
with you and i: the pseudo-wonderful-team,
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i sang my songs, i sang my songs,
to right your wrongs, to right your wrongs,
when all along i knew, all along i knew,
such pleasure aint true, such pleasure aint true…

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/1/19/09/
M. L. Michael
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