I made myself
Fall in love with you.
Without ever seeing
If the feeling was true.
I made some change
With this broken heart buck,
I’ve gone and pressed
Too hard on my luck.
I see new colors
With these rosy glass eyes.
Making new shades of
Those passions I despise.
She’s the thorn of the rose
In my clenched fist,
Its pain and beauty close
My eyes and I missed.
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