Sentiment; when she was sent you were meant
To seize it
For the gift it was
Heaven sent or by chance and luck
Five letters, a French letter or a red letter
They come once in a lifetime or don’t come at all
And you’re left with the sticky
Sickly sweet stench on your fingers
Hell yeah; part three
Part free
Part of me dies
Every time she slips through my clumsy grasp
Believe in yourself
In something, in nothing
And you’re here again
Forlorn, four long years
It’s formulaic
Lay her form down on the bed
Between the hope and the
Havoc and all the things you’ve done
So I went out, pulled out a piece of parchment
Pieced together, burnt out by her
Fire and a candle only flickers this bright
For a brief few seconds son
The gown still smells the same
Stays the same, sat in the same
Spot, same place on the bedroom floor where
She left it
And I forgot to thank her
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