I leave with nothing
maybe regret
to set
on my head.
Lead with one true thing
nasty secret
to fret
in my bed.
Don't even try to tell me,
fake niceties aren't soothing.
I hate it when I smile,
remembering the vile.
I move on and try
saving apart
my heart
to restart.
Keep always one eye
ahead impart
my art
don't depart.
6/19/09
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