The False Identity

The bed we once shared
The lines we used to cross
The fear you once dared
is now a part of our loss

The shyness that I once proudly broke
is the rudness that I’m willing to close
And those lips that previously love spoke
are the nosiy tips that I now oppose

Love the love not the lovely
Appreciate beauty not the beautiful
Elsewhere, the love you want to retire
may in the future against you conspire