I live deep in her shadow
walking just one step behind,
Kept safe by her unknowing
while living on her stolen time.
So, I wait alone in the darkness
waiting for you to steal time,
Time for love before you’re missed
time to commit our old crime.
But you are so the master thief
spinning tales of an honest life,
Raising yet again my dying belief
of me as your good and loving wife.
But your tale’s have grown thin
thin as my old maid’s grey hair,
Leaving me with but stale sins
and her with such unknown cares.
Yet, I have played the worse part
believing your played out lies,
Giving them a warm truthful heart
as summer beneath her blue sky.
So, now after all these stolen years
we must part only as friends,
Strange, how your love now sears
and I the one betrayed in the end.
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