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when you say "lend me your ear",
i wish i could just pluck it off and give it to you.
mend every wear and tear,
why do i have to do it for you?
you tell me that you'll be here for me.
that this will be a two-way thing.
but i'm the one that's always on one knee.
is that why only one of us wears the ring?
when she comes in and swoops me off my feet,
when she's the only one i can see.
you hate that we were never as sweet,
can't stand the smile she brings on me.
i know this feels conclusive,
like i'm boarding noah's ark.
i know she will never be as illusive,
baby we've lost the spark.
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nightingale
Poesíapoetry/ there's something sapphic about the way she says my name there's something tragic in the way he holds out his hand there's something magic in their eyes when for my love they sang there's something nostalgic in the way that I ran (to their a...
