You gave me a nasty word
You gave me "hate",
the word I never had

You brought nothing but pain
You brought separation
You brought tears as you take our belovedz

What kind of a foreigner are you?
You don't belong in our world
We welcome foreigners who bring good not bad

Can you please go into exile?
Maybe you might enjoy it there 'cause here you made our world so small.

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I read between the lines
Trying to discover the pattern
Then I realised F was inversible

I was living a lie all along

Time knew you were mine
so you travelled miles
to find me

our story was supposed to continue
but he didn't want that
so he put an "end" instead of  "and"
and that was the last of "us"

I don't pretend
To be anything
That I'm not

Except for
Sober

I've pretended to
Be sober
A few times

Some people listen to hear,
and some listen to respond.

Some people talk to be heard,
and some talk because they can’t stand the silence.

He sulked because he wasn't born with wings, but soared higher with poetic wings attached to his imagination!