withering on you

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locked eyes, time flies

you there, stole my heart

and hide behind your white lies

yet still treat me such delicacy like art


you spoiled me with your love

white petal roses stained with red wine

free the dove

here, our fingers still intertwined


i lay my trust

while you lay with another

our red string starts to combust

maybe this is our closure


knees on the ground

though prayer is heard, 

my faith has yet to be found

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