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Table Talk
I decided to sit her down at the table to have a talk:
"I know I invited you, but you're no longer welcome here, so leave my house!" I screamed
She lifted her head, her eyes met mine
She wore the biggest grin
Her beauty haunted me even more
"My darling," she spoke in a whisper
"I never leave, you see. You think you don't want me
But deep down, I'm like your sibling... Your closest friend.
I'll help you through every trial and trouble
I'll never leave your side."
I began to cry, because deep down she was right
And I knew at that moment
My house was a prison
I was a prisoner to her
She held the keys to my cell
And as I began to wipe my teary eyes
She began to laugh
"It's good to be home."
"I know I invited you, but you're no longer welcome here, so leave my house!" I screamed
She lifted her head, her eyes met mine
She wore the biggest grin
Her beauty haunted me even more
"My darling," she spoke in a whisper
"I never leave, you see. You think you don't want me
But deep down, I'm like your sibling... Your closest friend.
I'll help you through every trial and trouble
I'll never leave your side."
I began to cry, because deep down she was right
And I knew at that moment
My house was a prison
I was a prisoner to her
She held the keys to my cell
And as I began to wipe my teary eyes
She began to laugh
"It's good to be home."
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