Performance

Plead with hands folded like the Virgin,
Knees bent and sotto voce words.
Honeyed promises and tearful eyes—
Emotions that could make a statue weep.

Too late, my dear, the lies take root—
Deception so deep even you start to believe.
Cry, cry, cry until the well runs dry,
A gaze on you that will never fold.

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