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'i wouldn't like me if i met me.'
a palette of strange
colours you were
to me. a sour taste
you left on the right side
of my brain.
it was clear to me,
this could not be
the thing they
spoke of on those
tall movie screens.
but maybe something in my head.
an acceptance letter,
my heart has written off as dead.
maybe just a little closer
maybe just another taste
let me play with the
idea a little longer...
' to be loved by you '
and not the inevitability
my childish loving heart
secretly knowing that there
wouldn't even be a start.
'cause we'd burn out, burn out, my dear.
your heart grabbing smile
was the sun to my icarus.
and heaven sighed whenever
your eyelashes batted over
your sun-kissed face.
sadly the truth laid in
the shadow rain of my trust.
and my love sat in
the unconscious train of lust.
so heaven cried when
i turned my back to
your confessing lungs.
breathing out syllable after syllable
of gut-wrenching suffocated pride.
maybe just a little closer
maybe just another taste
let me play with the
idea a little longer...
' to be loved by you '
and i know i'm way
too young, to even
consider a future
in which i am not alone.
but just let me dwell
within my cold sighs
and not think of the
inevitability...
that we'd burn out.
we'd burn out, my dear.
burn out. that's one thing
that's all too clear.
let me play with the
idea a little longer...
' to be loved b--but we'd burn out.
we'd burn out, my dear.
burn out.
we'd burn out
my dear. that's one
thing that's clear.
we'd burn out,
we'd never last.
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