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Wisps of burning crimson
On my tender cheeks
Meetings can’t be undone
All those many weeks
Veiled in thick secrecy
Where is my loyal friend?
No I did not foresee
That we would soon contend
Every word breathes her name
Yet none dare to say I
She was the last who came
Who am I to stand by?
Morning birds fly swiftly
To get the golden prize
But I must disagree
For she’s not in my eyes…
*Critique, feedback, interpretations thx*
On my tender cheeks
Meetings can’t be undone
All those many weeks
Veiled in thick secrecy
Where is my loyal friend?
No I did not foresee
That we would soon contend
Every word breathes her name
Yet none dare to say I
She was the last who came
Who am I to stand by?
Morning birds fly swiftly
To get the golden prize
But I must disagree
For she’s not in my eyes…
*Critique, feedback, interpretations thx*