A faded rose,
our secret place,
no body knows.
A change of pace,
her in your bed.
I'm not her,
her cheeks burning red.
I could try my whole life,
to be someone i'm not
Take this sleek knife,
Become anew, the old me to rott.
She'll take you in,
she'll warm it up,
She'll take you for the win.
Maybe I'm not enough,
can't give what she's been giving.
Maybe it's just to tough,
to many fights to be living.
Couldn't blame you for wanting more,
wanting her.
My heart forever, pour.
One December kiss,
Closed eyes, embrace.
The feeling I'll miss,
friction and lace.
I've realised I'm never more than myself,
always less than someone else,
always a dusty picture upon your broken shelf.
I'll wait through wasted time,
take every moment you give to me.
Turn every heartbeat to effortless rhyme,
and pray I wont be alone, we.
I suppose realisations are yet to come,
and your the fire, will only burn brighter,
because for now, you're the only one.
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