Listen

When someone tells you who they are
With words of steel, and sharp as barbs
Listen to what you’re being told
When a heart once warm has turned to cold
Eyes that once looked on with love
Now blankly stare behind, above
Until another comes along
And from their lips, a loving song
Words once written just for you
Recycled in a note or two
The twinkle used to hold their gaze
You recognise from long-past days
Herein the mockery is made
The heat of lust begins to fade
In its place, a voice that speaks
Of ebbs and flows, love’s tidal peaks
Hear the voice that hides in wit
With strong refusal to commit
Heed well your instincts when they jar
And someone tells you who they are

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