We were told to have hope and to trust in miracles
But not even a miracle can save something already gone
He told me that green was his favorite color
But he didn't know that we all wore black on St. Patrick's Day
She needed help with her locker
But I couldn't bare to touch the lock you did so many times
They saw the rose in my hand hoping for a promposal
But I can't ask a girl who's six feet under the ground
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PoetryMy thoughts are an expanse As deep as the ocean As vast as the universe As vibrant as the galaxy And yet I crave more
