Daily daily tells
A tale in cycles
Every hope of love
Is lost in the oblivion
Of a quenched flame
Fair with innocence
Was a choice
But her heart
Was revealed by another
And it was lost
This path I tread
How I wish this was the head
So that my next
Would be a true yes
But whatever lies
Before me in miles
I won’t stop
To cry or mop
For a change in my name
Will come after this shame.
