He could tell I was crying,
By the way he smirked,
He could tell I was dying,
By the way he splendoured,
He could tell I was pleading,
By the way he turned his back,
He could tell I was screaming,
By the way he played deaf.
She could tell he wasn't listening,
By the way she screamed his name,
She could tell he was laughing,
By the way he watched her faint,
She could tell he was enjoying life,
By the way her body dried,
She could tell he was unwilling,
By the way at his feet, she died.
I could tell it was all over,
The day he laughed when I fell to my knees.
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