The style is a lie, the metaphor is about to die…
I can read in-between the lines…the figures of speech
Want to runaway…your semantics needs another day.

The subject has lost the predicative, the verbs
Are so passive but the indirect object doesn’t need
A preposition, a transition or whatever…
Love is not meant to be forever…

I just lie down and lament…my strings
You can’t pull anymore…your words I truly
Used to adore…and sadly I watch the end,
The games, the final defeat…

Your use of language is so poor…
You can’t convince me…
You have misspelled, mispronounced
And misunderstood my letters.
Consonants and vowels are nothing
But memoirs…and here I shall remain…
When I face a difficult situation, I use
An adverbial .I just say goodbye…again.

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