Impossible to find a loving estate,
From someone who only knows rage
She still lives within her trauma
The child, the teen, the adult, only knows drama
With enough time the scars mend
Another failed bond, a memory to tend
In the museum of shattered dreams I call my head,
Regret lingers, repressed dread.
There’s a point in time she was a confidant,
Loyalty, I learnt was rather scant
Expensive lessons, emotional currency,
Billions in time, a few dimes in despondency
Lifestyle of the rich and famous
Pretense, it’s the cover of Vogue looking all glamorous
The reality it’s the darkness of a quiet room,
Thinking, who would care if I’m gone too soon?
But I won’t let her have the satisfaction
Disloyalty would not end in my extraction
You wish them well and you move on
The event horizon is just another storm
It may bring fame and fortune on a rising tide
Make sure you catch the wave and enjoy the ride
That’s the story of life, from glory to glory
Until it ends, there’s always more to your story.
Helping You To Succeed 
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