As though a petal, falls from what once was a rose
I won't cry tears for you
I'll cry memories.
I'll believe in a story, a fantasy I conjured up in my head
of perfect love and harmony; a romance
A novel I may write, someday or somehow
I won't tell a soul how I feel
I'll love you forever, lost anyway
I'll learn theory, practise and hide in more books
upon your return I don't know who you'll be
I'll still remain here, in study and in pain
All moral, ethical behaviour we sought to blame
It's such a shame, that we couldn't continue
I'll turn elitist, for awhile as always happens
Become better than I once was, because of you
I'll lie awake in bed at night, stare at the ceiling bugs
and hope.
Hope is a cauldron I cannot stir
a lying being I cannot swindle
sing though, I must for my voice
is all I have and once had
was you, for hope is what brought me
together.
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