the happyest of sadness

tragedies and comedies,
parts of plays,
such commodities,
i see yours, something you've wanted always.

so tell me the story again, please,
how two lovers were stronger than the worst of disease.

an eternal flame,
you called it, Mister Truth?
gentleman and dame,
like gold coins in the fountain of youth?

hmmm, i see i see,
so it was a lovers spree!
how cool, and super duper,
was it a happy story then?

oh

it wasnt...
because they died?
how rotten...
and they cried?

kind of like my dream then,
that sucks,
ya we were all there, dressed like businessmen!
we were so dapper, aw shucks!

but that made me understand, yea,
whats my role, my part of the play,
the sacrifice! of course!
is why she chose me without remorse!

i had to fade,
turn to clay!

dont be sad,
thats my job,
wipe that blood of your face,
whats that you told me, get mad!
and be together with the heartthrob,
yes him,
who else is romantic,
very broken but fantastic.

is why i dont belong?
why i cant be hers too?
is this then, a swansong?
the happyest of saddened adieu?

i have a clue.

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