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I've been old since I was born
Love of my life, scribbled and torn
Across the room, the pages crumbled
No room for you, ablaze in covers

Shoot me down, the kiss off
Sweetest breezes and empty evenings
Strange kind of eager, slouched over
Under, beneath her, like silent truth

Eyes flickered to the side
Far too many miles, pick up
Drop your shame
Leave town just to remain sane

But the writing on my bedroom walls
Gives me something to whisper
Something to scream, keep
With beauty tucked into pages

Beauty inside lockets
Pictures of kissing
Of hand holding, curiousity
Pictures of the spark we used to be

But this is no kiss off
You leave only trails
Vapor and promises
Wish there was a way back from this