we are a bit tragic
dont you think?
two lovers in the attic
each
flirting with the flaws
of the human
form
a sad
commonality
the brutality
of thoughts
scrape
raw
the insides
of our
hearts
you say you could love
me
and I answered why
a mind like you
would invest
in the dream gone
membranes
of mine
we stare in to each others
eyes
trying to fall
in love
crashing
insecurity crafted
cages
against
eachothers
faces
wasting our
passion
by protecting our fears
limp lovers
dehydrated
on predicting
time
your not the one for me
and im not the one
for you
but oh how i want to be
can I pretend to be?
will you let me pretend to be?
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