that's the million dollar question
You were my love, my life
accepted all your inventions
without a word.
trusting you blindly
cherished you like a golden prize.
My fingers caressed you
to infinity and your perfume was
my fountain of youth.
Was it me who was blind
or was it you who blinded me!
I took off my mask for you
while you pretended to see me through it.
Today that you are gone,
I sit on pedestal all dressed up
oh I miss your whispers and fragrance
your delicate taste of youth and
eternity. My head bowed, my mask
hides the clear tears that gently fall
on my heart screaming all the way down
but it was my fault and cry I shall until
the end of times....
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