So tell me where exactly
Do you draw your line
And at what point does it end
Or more to the crux
Could you perhaps tell me
If your pen ever really began
Or did I slip and miss
Perhaps normal was simply stated
Empty air and inflated fabrications
Deaf over sound waves
A break in connection
Change of heart and also its stations
Somewhere along the way
What's now painfully clear
You buried me whole in a bed of confuse
Amongst all the messages
And shoveled scribbled code
I failed to translate twisted, cryptic clues
But no more blotted blame
Goodbye to fate's wordy weight
Here's an ending that promises to be better
You write the scripts
I'll draw the lines
And create an ending to this tortured love letter
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