Friday, July 28, 2023

Here

So It goes my summer rose is cut and thrown away. 
Petals fall and you don’t call for days and days and days.
You say it’s not my fault
You say nothing at all

You make it look so easy
Turn around and leave me 

No concern for what you’ve burned
You set yourself ablaze 

Can you see my hands shake?
My heart is now an earthquake. 

You make it look so easy
Turn around and leave me


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