Overthinking Subtleties

By J. Amorose 

Sinking deeper and deeper in despair
As I raise my hands and murmur a prayer
Oh, how I wish those fairytales were true
And happ’ly e’er afters, we had no clue
What would happen next, what would come to pass
Would have had us lost, had we heard en masse
About what was to happen, what had come
In lover’s slumber, restless night for some
While others were sleeping, waiting for day
In which they could live without such a delay
As a broken heart, stopped me in my tracks
Left me questioning life, love, and the max
To which we could go, not much, I replied
For what would happen if I were his bride
Was I married to player, just wanting
To use me in jest, and then leave, taunting
Or am I just joking, overthinking
I should go to a bar, sit there drinking
Sinking deeper and deeper in despair
As I raise my hands and murmur a prayer

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