City Love

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Forgive him for what he doesn't know

His mind and his body work against him

Curtaining this obvious show

Forgive his hands for touching her; comparing her skin to the soft sound of a violin

Forgive his mind for how he thinks of her; comparing her soul to that of gold

Forgive his eyes for how they stare at her; comparing her to the Northern Lights

The boy is falling and forgive him for not knowing in which way

He knows he's falling, but it's not for the ever-ending of days

Or believing in the monsters in the dark

Or knowing he can't stay

He's falling for the Gold Northern Lights that is sound tracked by violins

Please forgive him

For he does not know