I like waking up to your face,
in this beautiful place,
just outside of town,
with grass on the ground.
I like waking up to your perfume,
that smell that just consumed,
every thought of mine,
almost like a fine wine.
I like waking up knowing that I'm a part of your life,
knowing I helped you out of that struggle and strife,
that drains you everyday and night,
over nothing, just pointless fights.
Thats the fairy tale,
that I must tell.
We've drifted away,
so far away.
You've grown much,
as the world rots around you,
almost like mulch.
And me, I've grown much,
but I'm still a fool,
which isn't as cute as much,
as it used to be.
How I'd wished to see,
to see you just once,
to be with you just once,
before this world had her way,
with me, with you, with us.
How I'd wish for things to stay,
but time is like a wind, all it takes is a gust,
and in the end, I've gotten no closer,
and in the end, I've gotten no closure,
for this old crush of mine,
which is the finest of wine.
Thats the truth I must tell,
that is my personal hell.
Knowing I failed,
I buried my face into my palm,
and cried until I became calm.
Old friend, how I do miss you...
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