southern belle

when you left
your heart was a mess
tied down to souls
with rusted hands
corroding with every

then you flew
down to the sun
leaving most
with your true intentions
save for one

upon your return
companions confided
your secrets unto me
the mistakes you made
the tears you left

to your true love
i spoke nothing of
your dishonesties
in weak moments
of drunken lust

now years gone by
i wonder do they know
the basis of your love
built on a covered well
echoing out to be heard by

as children play above
will the wood rot away
breaking under the weight
to reveal the past unknown
bringing it all tumbling


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