Believing all the lies,
Understanding his demise,
She looked up to the skies
Trying to disguise
The incessant way she cries.
She believes it would be wise
To create a compromise
That way the two could rise
Otherwise
It would end in a mere reprise
Although she’s one to realize
The destruction he begins to televise
She prevents the thought to euthanize
Or Finalize
So, she begins to rationalize
Every day she hates to visualize
A life without him, to her it terrifies
But she isn’t one to visualize
The way it is to tranquilize
Her soul, she’d soon solidify
For even though she tries,
To see right through his lies,
She’s still hypnotized by his ocean eyes
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