He was finished with you
Like an orange sucked dry
and thrown thoughtlessly
along the roadside to rot
He was finished with you
Like the end of the desert's bloom
Shrinking and drying sending colour
And rain into exile again.

His kiss, no longer the 
Cool caress of dawn's breeze
Languishes, fetid in a stagnant
Pool of lies, 
Cries like the first suffering
Returning, turning in on yourself
You fool, your nature has been 
used against you.

The "one" has come and gone
Again like a false prophet
Stealing from the poor
Without pity or shame.
The one that will love you
Doesn't always appear or feel
Like the one born in deep night's
Yearning yet loves completely
Neither leaving or lying
Or dressing as beautiful
As the prince of this world. 
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