Paper mâché and eyes blue glazed
You pull me close
I move with you, life's just a faze.
And with your voice
Soft as baby's breath
You tell me you're not ready.
Petals tremble in the heat
Your shell soon to be empty
And you loved life
Too much, they say
And the world would love
For one blossom's stay
But you have to go,
The season's done
The petals fall
To where they come
Few are left i watch them close
Around you, dismiss you
And here lies the orange rose,
The thing you left behind.
You pull me close
I move with you, life's just a faze.
And with your voice
Soft as baby's breath
You tell me you're not ready.
Petals tremble in the heat
Your shell soon to be empty
And you loved life
Too much, they say
And the world would love
For one blossom's stay
But you have to go,
The season's done
The petals fall
To where they come
Few are left i watch them close
Around you, dismiss you
And here lies the orange rose,
The thing you left behind.
gfukes
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