The things we lose in the fire,
So much hate, still desire,
The sun rising and falling,
The ship sailing and stalling,
Moments seem too fragile,
But for you I'll go that extra mile,
The plants begin to decay,
And I haven't matured since May,
I got you these flowers my love,
Flying to your heart like a dove.
The storm is calm,
The light is gone,
The wind blows,
Decisions that no one knows,
The things we do to one another,
Your humor is dull, don't even bother,
Drip, drip the tears from your eyes,
Slip, slip this heart of mine,
A love that runs in circles.
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