oh if i could gladly disconnect
from all the things that we have done and said
dead thoughts can surely never resurrect
beneath a darker sky of bleeding red
your smiles are signs of our offhand finesse
something to keep us safe and warm and true
my heart is much too full to thus express
beneath a brighter sky of painted blue
these thoughts may stay reluctant to unfold
but ever more with time they'll surely stack
i am the one that you can safely hold
beneath a softer sky of velvet black
to think i ever snapped these careful bonds
and you were too distracted to respond
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how to explain a love like this?
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