Tears drizzled down your supple cheeks
Truth that can’t be denied
A bolt of pain struck your heart
And ripped your spirit apart
Tears flushed them down
Blame it on your severed love
To St. Gabriel who was never yours
Only devoted to an angelic beau
The sight was Calvary to you
As it let you be arid
Death cloaked the skies
and made you wonder why
As you turn your back against nostalgia
One vow was chanted
Rise
Scream
Protrude!
Build your Camelot
that even cupid’s arrows will recede
As you walked on the ramp of dreams
Carved your heart steel
So tears fell but an illusion!
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