Denim

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i never knew what to do with you.
why'd you say you'd never leave?
tasting your lips sweet as honeydew,
lay me down in the street.
we never got to where we wanted,
we never met our goal,
everything turned platonic,
no longer a beautiful soul.
drifting off,
i can see the embers in your eyes,
the fire that fooled me to think you were satisfied.
blessed be the next to deal with me.
though the next, never better,
you'd never come clean.
spoon-fed me lies,
by mouthful, another part of me dies.
i tried staring at the floor,
yet i could still see your smile.
ask me to close the door,
ask to stay for a while.
show me you'd still care,
show me you're still there,
you haven't lost me just yet.

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