When I think of you,
You could be the mnemonic,
The bridle that should preempt,
My delusion getting chronic,
How much ever my mind may tempt,
Me, of love – that lore that does lure,
Your disdain, surely, will keep me demure.
I know I am desperately lost,
Not that you’ll rescue,
Me, from this relapsed frost.
Not that you’ll rescue,
Me, from this relapsed frost.
A briefly flickering flame,
You’d once warmed my heart,
Guess you weren’t to blame,
When your route you did rechart.
You’d once warmed my heart,
Guess you weren’t to blame,
When your route you did rechart.
What could I possibly give?
No wonder that you did balk;
At best, I would let you live,
Nothing’s certain when you jaywalk.
No wonder that you did balk;
At best, I would let you live,
Nothing’s certain when you jaywalk.
The bridle that should preempt,
My delusion getting chronic,
How much ever my mind may tempt,
Me, of love – that lore that does lure,
Your disdain, surely, will keep me demure.
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