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When our eyes connected The first time we met It felt like it was special Our destiny appeared to be set Our first holiday together So difficult for you to connect Your passion was halfway out the door I struggle to understand it Seasons may have passed us The answers begin to arise Your heart was with another Words spoke of where was your guise Emotions became quite Reckless Forcing you to decide With so much consideration I still seemed at that time to be your prize So many moons have come and gone Still carrying a legal document Signed and witnessed before our lord Your troubled mind cannot break it I am the lady of Latter years But have to pay the price Never willing to fully commit Because of when you met me even if I am nice If I was granted just one wish You would be that fly on the wall Seeing this communion from the outside I think many changes would be your call
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Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 10:42 PM UTC
Fly on the Wall
When our eyes connected The first time we met It felt like it was special Our destiny appeared to be set Our first holiday together So difficult for you to connect Your passion was halfway out the door I struggle to understand it Seasons may have passed us The answers begin to arise Your heart was with another Words spoke of where was your guise Emotions became quite Reckless Forcing you to decide With so much consideration I still seemed at that time to be your prize So many moons have come and gone Still carrying a legal document Signed and witnessed before our lord Your troubled mind cannot break it I am the lady of Latter years But have to pay the price Never willing to fully commit Because of when you met me even if I am nice If I was granted just one wish You would be that fly on the wall Seeing this communion from the outside I think many changes would be your call
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Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 10:42 PM UTC
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