Faded denim blue
of my favorite wornout jeans
your Grandmother's chair
a vision of vintage dreams
The ceiling is spinning
my stomach is gone
my eyes open
to a new dawn
I could kiss you through the night
pretend it's not contrite
that all this evidence
isn't a serious offense
it could be love in a sense
but on your part a false pretense
I lay there and stare
and wonder
when this will end
I can see you
through the prison
that is best friends
A new light arises
no understanding of what it may be
a closet of suprises
a confidence boost
a boy seduced
unveiled our disguises
Sense of seclusion
a world of disillusion
just another journey
just another experience
just a notch in a bedpost
just a fallen prince
Love get out of my heart
He doesn't want you there
Before it tears us apart
Romance get out of my hair
I want to hold you
I want to dance until we drop
I don't want to be through
I don't want to stop
I want to be your closest friend
I want you to let me in
But these pondering thoughts are a waste
for yours are one of a different taste
Unfortunately,
it will never be
because you
will never
love
me.
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