Burnt Essences [A Story of Stale Love]

Dear Favorite little Girl.

You told me,
Dear favorite little boy,
If I told you would you listen close?
I think we're both chaining us down.
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And so I had to answer,
I said dear frightened little girl,
My arms are always there to lend,
And if by chance you ever slipped,
I would lift you if you fell.
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You said you didn't believe me.
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You told me,
Dear changing little boy,
Would you curse me If I fooled you?
Can you please, oh please play along?
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We're both lanterns burning bright,
But You from coal and Me from oil,
We can't be mixed or we'd go out,
Separated, we'd be better off?
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And Hey boy, don't make that face,
You can keep these words and grace,
'Don't worry the time we've spent,
I'm sure, I'm sure, I enjoyed it all.'
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And so you turned around and walked away,
As if I was a swing you got tired of with,
So slowly, oh slowly my merry-go-round,
Came to rest after years that day.
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You turned around and walked away.
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Hey clueless little girl,
If I told you would you listen close?
Would you turn around and look again?
That I held a locket in my hand that day.
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It had that first picture inside of it,
Me holding flowers at 5 that day.
In black shorts and sweater, when I,
Picked up flowers from across that fence.
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On the clearest sky with no sign of rain,
We jogged and laughed and watched and played,
From your house you sneaked out empty-handed,
Returned back with flowers, a ring, my whites and grays.
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And Oh clueless little Girl,
When you finally grow up someday,
Would your heart, babe not drop to your knees?
Realizing how distant we would be?
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We'd be so distant that day.
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So Dear Favorite Little girl.
Every single day that passes by,
Adds to our distance some more.
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So much so that Now,
You don't even remember,
My birthdays anymore.
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Lest can it be safely said?
Dear Girl? That Our Friendship is dead?
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Can It be safely said?
That you are nothing no more,
Than a memory inside my head?
To you am I dead?
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It were years and I never knew,
All my poems would come true.
Now whenever I read them again,
The shock and guile bemuses me then.
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All these facts add up to a sad little Truth,
That perhaps it can safely be Said,
That to you, One Favorite little Girl,
My existence,
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Is Dead.
Alas, My existence is Dead.