Who will win
If I give in
To sin
Not I
I would reply
In a reflective sigh
Not you
A love not true
Without a tactful rue
Who will succeed
Watching life bleed
Transfusion our hearty need
Not I
Watching a lonesome dove cry
With broken wings they fly
Who will lose
Drowning in fermented booze
No ability to chose
Not you
The passion never grew
You became the one I never knew
Who will survive
When sugar coated lies arrive
With two dying heart to revive
Not I
My luck has gone awry
And love has turned a blind eye
Not you
You bit off more than you could chew
No need for judicial review
In the blink of an eye
Our fruitless lives flew by
Caught in the jet stream with no air supply
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