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"The Eye of the Storm."

You're such an Opportunistic Liar
You said that your Feelings were
all Wrong
So, I should have seen the Signs
and the Multitudes of, "Red Flags,"
before it ever got this Fucking Far

Changing Faces;
Memories displaced, that You could
have known
But, Conveniently were lost or Strewn
into some Hole, that only You know

Tornadoes brewing, under the Surface
It's ready to Explode
Casualties are Expected
I know, this You know
But, as You said, Your Emotions Feel
no more
So, when it Happens; I know that I'm
the Dumb-ass, that was Forewarned

Changing Faces;
Memories displaced, that You could
have Known
But Conveniently were Lost, or Strewn
into some Hole, that only You know

Here we Goahhhh,

"Into the Eye of the Storm,"

And, when it's over, only Debris will be
all that's left;
And, maybe, My Headstone
Storm