we are both victims in this era of forgetting
where bodies are nothing but containers for the soul
where feelings can be easily let go and replaced
she's like a rose full of thorns
threatening to hurt those who do her wrong
but her sensitivities hurt those who care
we are both trapped in this prison together
where happy endings would never be a reality
for a moment in time
we were living the dreams
where the concept of time didn't matter
as long as she was by my side
with my heart on her sleeve
but we could never grow old together
she said that perhaps we didn't love hard enough
she's wrong oh so wrong
we are both like fireworks
we burn too fast and burn too bright
and we extinguish whatever is left of us
only leaving behind scarred souls, bruised pride and deceit
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