Portray thy love
With my humble self
For love you, me
Unlike anybody else
My heart strums thy music
Thy heart heareth not
Boxed beyond retrieval
My thoughts, they seem medieval
So falleth apart like rocks
Our love, it falleth down hill
Roll down a slope of death
Into a trap of misery, still.
So while I sulk and moan away
I choose life's better plan,
Like destiny taught the older ones,
I choose to be a man.
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