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Sep 2014
I am not a billboard.
I will not catch your eye
I am not made of plastic
And I am not lit with flickering lights.
No, I am not her
No, it's only me.
I hate to disappoint you,
But I'm not even half as bright.
She has a face that makes you want to die,
from delight.
Well I've got a face that makes you want to die,
from disgust.
Her eyes dance like the sun's beams,
And they will skip into your heart.
My eyes won't warm you,
They'll give you frostbite instead.
Her flames start to rise,
The fire grows wild.
Even I start to melt,
She is contagious.
She is out of control,
She is out of sight.
I am not her,
I am frozen just where I am.
She left you,
She will forget.
I will not leave you
I will never forget.
For the love of my life.
Rose
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Rose  25/F/United States
(25/F/United States)   
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