I'm writing again without even trying. That should be a big enough hint that somethings wrong. I never could think of titles though.. Content in constraints She finally unclenched her teeth Deliberate lies that This is for the best. Rhyme to reason Reasons from the past She started breathing Found him at last Lies dried with the tear And night fell with fear He was perfect enough Enough to know she wasn’t The tarnish, a smear On his good record The lies stopped And the music faded A hope lost A life gone Hope rendered Her lipless