You promised me a rose garden and a white fence to guard it.
You thought me the beauty of observation; looking at an old couple sitting together and seeing so much more.
You told me three simple words. And for that I gave you my soul.
Ah but my dear, why were you smiling at her?
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 2:01 AM UTC
You promised me a rose garden and a white fence to guard it.
You thought me the beauty of observation; looking at an old couple sitting together and seeing so much more.
You told me three simple words. And for that I gave you my soul.
Ah but my dear, why were you smiling at her?
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