Love is not for me,
going around the same ol' mulberry...
Speaks to millions on the way...
but has not ever woken me again.
Looking thorugh the windows of hope
I saw it rushing like a cold wind blown..
dark leaves and the browns fade away,
resting in peace like they always stay.
He borrowed the joys my heart had stored
leaving behind an empty room..
locked away in the chest of the old house
like a wine that lives alone..
I thought i'd age with you..
made me imagine my hands tremble with yours
am a ripe fruit yet...
forgotten before the prime could begin!
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