Cedo Nulli III

Only mind games

blissfully twisting remains

of an ego bleeding dry

out of heart and out of sigh.

 

Miss my love, when you said

there you go, our love is dead.

 

Talk for lives that weren’t yours

pointless words make my voice coarse

 

and there’s not one thing I want

not one thing that you can flaunt

to get me back in your mind games

believing all your fickle claims.

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