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I'd lie


I don't think that wooden chair

Has ever looked this good to me

They tell me about their night

And I count the colors in their eyes

They'll never fall in love they swear

As they run their fingers through their hair

I'm laughing 'cause I hope they're wrong

And I don't think it ever crossed their mind

They tell a joke I fake a smile

That I know all their favorite songs and

I could tell you their favorite color's yellow

They love to argue, born in January

Their brother's adorable, they have their father's eyes

And if you asked me if I loved them, I'd lie

They look around the room

Innocently overlook the truth

Shouldn't a light go on?

Don’t they know I've had them memorized for so long?

They see everything black and white

Never let anybody see them cry

I let nobody see me wishing they were mine

If you asked me if I loved them, I'd lie

They stand there then walk away

My God, if I could only say

I'm holding every breath for you

They’d never tell you but they love a box

I think they can see through everything but my heart

First thought when I wake up is, "My god, they’re beautiful"

So I draw my feelings and pray for a miracle

 
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AshesAshes

I'm sad, I'm loud, and I write a lot of fanfiction. Ashe is a pseudonym of mine and I hope that wherever you are, you are doing okay.

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