The words remain unwritten with reason; your L.O.V.E was out fashion and out of season. What I wanted, what I was given, do not align. I guess fair is fair. Karma laid down low; Caught under the lights again tonight. What you see is often known. Gifts are never given but acquired. What you get is what you see, often misinterpreted; take, take what you can from me. Stick a hand through the intangible tonight. Never thought I’d accept the gifts I’ve been given. When I saw you, I said be mine if you’ve got the time. And now I find myself occupied.
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