you with the sad eyes...

If roses are meant to be red
and violets to be blue
why isn't my heart
meant for you
my hands are longing to touch you but
I can barely breath
Starry eyes that make me melt
right in front of me
Your voice makes my skin crawl
so innocent and pure
I've guess you heard it all before
mister inaccessible
will this ever change?
One thing that remains the same
You're still a picture in a frame



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