Rusted But not Obsolete
The world doesnt remember
but I do
on that night of november
I fell in love with you
I cherish your heart
And your dusty hands
From the end to start
These rusted lands
Your heart of gold
Makes my sky blue
Despite the rusted mold
Your heart is true
Your lifeless gaze
On these endless days
Your hearts bright blaze
only me do you amaze
Standing here at my feet
our eyes meet
together we are sweet
rusted but not obsolete
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