Bad for the better
And a lipstick letter,
Are waiting for you on the chair.
Three words are on the tip of your tongue,
And I’m trying not to stare.
Ribbons and bows,
But nobody knows,
The way you keep smiling at me,
And the things I can never say,
Knowing we can never be.
Makes a rain cloud of blue skies,
A fairy tale of brass and stone,
And our continuous useless tries.
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