Pointing fingers of blame
Screaming, hollering, cursing your name
But love hasn’t died, it has changed
It has evolved into smoke and rain
Before I hate you, before it gets strange
Words of power up again
No words of rage
No, “Please don’t go”
Just anguished tears staged
A separation shallow
Is this what’s happening now?
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