I'd change this sadness for anger without a thought.
For I can deal with the anger...
For I can set anger into good use...
But not this sadness...
Not the sadness I feel...
Your eyes broke my heart.
Your face drew across my conscience
A line I'm not sure we can surpass.
How to say I love you,
Without hurting you still...
I seem to be the living reminder of your sorrows.
I've been here before.
I've seen this dance die out.
My roses wither slowly...
I keep them through their dying days...
But they die here... with me...
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