Does it feel good, mockingbird?
To ignore flying around the corner.
To stop being the friend, I wanted.
To abandon in the desert of thoughts.
Dry, thirsty and alone.
Is that what it’s worth it, my dear?
To flee, to escape, to betray.
To reveal your true nature.
Very funny, hilarious, even ridiculous.
How does that sound, treacherous creature?
Crawling, excusing itself and begging
To take him back.
Feels like winning, but you’re losing
Hope, regret and something else
Which is hidden deep in mess.
Is that what you wanted for us?
Sounds like no, but seems like yes.
Is that how you’re playing chess?
I don’t want that, thank you, no.
I’d better be on my own.
Does it feel good, mockingbird?
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