• Lifted straight from your mold you were the image of perfection
    My eyes will never adjust to just how well made you are
    Till now my heart had never settled to the one
    But upon this noble heart struck a daggered tongue
    No intention was placed upon the punctures in his arteries
    To be or not to be is always the question and never will i be able to just be the one
    I try and fail or fail to try and this will be my downfall
    I love you like a flower loves the water
    But this water has run dry and this flower has been pruned
    Forgive me for the letters i write as i slowly fade to insecurity
    My love i will be what you want but you will still never look upon me the same