Come In For A Bite

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This love was so surreal it almost felt like a dream. 

Just like magic made perfectly for you and me. 

But slowly and without us noticing, it became a sea of tears.

The flowers became gray, colorless, lifeless.

The memories got lost in red wine.

The loving words became screams.

And the nights became cold blue instead of warm lilac.

And we all know how the story ends.

But what if I tell you that I just want to remember the good times, the best of times.

And I won't lie, I am sad but grateful.

Thank you for being the prettiest mistake.