As I write this verse,
Wish we would just converse.
Because for every minute that passes
if feels like a year, just in reverse
When I look into those eyes,
I feel that smile is nothing but a disguise
and in the end, all it does is agonize
not just me but both our lives.
Roses are seen as perfection, yet all I see is you
Even when I close my eyes, I wish it were not an Adieu
It's like my heart itself is planning a coup
When in reality I really can't have you
As a rose, you may wilt
but my love for you will resist
because forever it will exist
until someday I'm dismissed
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 8:57 PM UTC
As I write this verse,
Wish we would just converse.
Because for every minute that passes
if feels like a year, just in reverse
When I look into those eyes,
I feel that smile is nothing but a disguise
and in the end, all it does is agonize
not just me but both our lives.
Roses are seen as perfection, yet all I see is you
Even when I close my eyes, I wish it were not an Adieu
It's like my heart itself is planning a coup
When in reality I really can't have you
As a rose, you may wilt
but my love for you will resist
because forever it will exist
until someday I'm dismissed
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