Mr. I'm sorry I forgot your love
Unlock the door and let me in, I’m sorry I forgot about us.
Don’t push your blood red skin into those cold tiles any longer,
The coolness is but reparation for the coldness of my love.
The drunken subconscious actions of your intoxication,
Is a sickly reminder of how I don’t care nearly enough.
Come seek sanctuary under the feathers with me,
I’ll suck the tears from your watery face.
And should you start to squeak or rust,
My reverence will oil your hinges and repair your forgotten happiness.
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We'll never be as young as we are right now
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