Had I known you were only a guest for a summer evening
I would have loved you less.
your lips were strange liquor
To get me drunk at first sight,
They must have held fine wine,
it was a red to drown in,
I could hardly speak
My voice no longer mine
I lost it all at first sight.
It comes with a price,
this happiness
How I refused to learn the definitions
that could separate us
Such strange qualification.
Yet here we are.
I left a song on our doorstep
It kept playing
You who will not return, I came home
and undid it myself.
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