Wisdoms high Price - A villanelle

Whenever I hear your same old lies
Into the darkness my mind wanders
To long ago hurt filled final goodbyes

And the awful truth in your dark eyes
Where my fickle mind still now ponders
Whenever I hear your same old lies

I wonder what exactly began our demise
Perhaps in selfishness one often squanders
To long ago hurt filled final goodbyes

Or the ever inquiring heart that does surmise
That fails to look here and then yonder
Whenever I hear your same old lies

So why when the end came the sudden surprise
Where my fickle mind still now ponders
To long ago hurt filled final goodbyes

And the truth had forever been a clever disguise
With a stack of stained white linen now to launder
Whenever I hear your same old lies
To long ago hurt filled final goodbyes