Surprise, surprise!
That I feel so inspired to enlighten your eyes
With my fallible words.
Love, how absurd!
To place credence in someone who lives in disguise,
Those saddened by fact that, while brutal the lies,
Lies barely intact the stories contrived
Intended to cast honest lovers aside.
Teakettles sit as their whistle-lips sigh,
Observing unfortunate quarrels by night,
And hearts as they break with no reason why,
As sweet sitars whisper harmonic cries.
So I keep myself free from the bindings too tight.
I'll fall in love when stars fall from the sky,
And into black waters that quench throats so dry.
I cannot do this, I just want to fly
As I strum sitars and sing sweet lullabies.
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