blinded love,forever there
yet never really there
I can't hold onto what I know's not there,
and yet I still hold you in my arms,praying for the day
you say you love me in return
more than him,more than whom you never knew
yet I've been your puppet,and here I remain
waiting for the time you'll say
that you want to be only mine
and that my love for you is not in vain
yet I continue to shelter this already dead rose
of love that never really new life
and once you find another,you'll be gone forever,
but,until then,I'll keep my it all a mystery
my mysery
and,when they ask if I'm in love,I'll always say
"Yes,I am."
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