You're spoken,
You're reserved,
It's written and set in stone,
It distracts you,
It remolds,
And her eyes give weight to actions,
With these roses,
Out of place,
You can't hide the thorns within,
Imaginations chained in place,
With no canvas,
Holding on by any means,
With this life,
You can't hide,
And erase the moon in your eyes,
With no lights,
And no fight,
It dissolves with hopes and follys,
And I've been wishing on a star,
For your return,
Colors falling through the rain,
A memory that seems to fade,
In the distance,
With a rope tightly around my neck...
©retroletgo
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