Act One:
Everyone asks me if we're married yet
But I can't get you to wear my ring
Interlude:
Once I had it on your finger, but it seemed to somehow slip away. I picked it up from off of the floor, blew the dust off and kept in my pocket to see if you would notice.
But your finger stayed naked.
Act Two:
And your voice that once would greet me
With sugar sweet
"Hello"'s
and
"How are you"'s
Has been replaced with a hate that's rotted all the way through
It hurts my mouth but I bet
You don't feel a thing
Prologue:
The bees sting on the way out
But never when they're in the hive.
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