I confess
My head’s a mess and
Your ways are merciless
I count the seconds
And when it reaches a minute
I will admit
I sent you flowers that turned into hours
Two dozen in a day
Which started to rot
Eventually decay
And crumble into weeks
Of trembling hands and salted cheeks
Multiplied by four makes a month
With more to follow
Of empty nights and broken bottles
Just another wasted year
Another year of getting wasted
You're the only one I see in a crowd of Faces
Let's face it
I could never find a replacement
It's hard to erase this
We write on different pages
But read between the lines
Our hearts are adjacent
Don’t expect me to pretend
All we could be is "friends"
When it's clear
I will love you until the end
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 11:14 PM UTC
I confess
My head’s a mess and
Your ways are merciless
I count the seconds
And when it reaches a minute
I will admit
I sent you flowers that turned into hours
Two dozen in a day
Which started to rot
Eventually decay
And crumble into weeks
Of trembling hands and salted cheeks
Multiplied by four makes a month
With more to follow
Of empty nights and broken bottles
Just another wasted year
Another year of getting wasted
You're the only one I see in a crowd of Faces
Let's face it
I could never find a replacement
It's hard to erase this
We write on different pages
But read between the lines
Our hearts are adjacent
Don’t expect me to pretend
All we could be is "friends"
When it's clear
I will love you until the end
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