Our Tale Is Told

With a skeptical look
It’s a prank right
As a sedated being
She echoes “our tale is told”

Fabrice and Valencia
Our two eventual seeds
Not seeing the light
Don’t you care

All the melodies
On your lips continually
No special attention arrears
Yet to relinquish you choose

A monsieur you are
The universe all iratsumes
Would trade your cognomen to have
But the day is against us

Down in the dumps am I
With a bleeding heart to bandage
My rose is withered to return
No more