Didn’t listen, tried to tell you
It’s not always about you
I was in it for the long-haul
Now we’re done, now we’re through.

The late night talks, the romance
Never thinking this would end
The secrets that you told me
All your deep and wicked sins.

All the whispers in the darkness
It was my turn to confess
I trusted you to be there
Felt so safe in your caress.

The feelings, the emotions
Guilt and pleasure intertwined
I trusted you, I loved you
But, oh those tell tale  signs.

Working late again tonight
No doubt you’re not alone
I won’t be made a fool of
I’ll be gone… when you get home.


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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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