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You're a pencil dipped in ink;
An amateur with a plastic sheet:
You write "I love you", but it's not enough
And when you're finished, it all rubs off.

You are the droplets from darkened clouds;
Your eyes are the colors that flow around:
Your smile's the spectrum and your soul's alive
But when the storm passes, your  rainbow dies.

You are the secret lodged in a rose,
Planted in sand that I try to hold:
Of course you’ll hurt me and make me bleed
If I keep you and try to squeeze.

You’re a ghost pacing in the day
With a piece of music that’s walked away:
I watch you float off from our plot;
Humming a tune that I forgot.

You’re a figure in a music box
When both legs have been broken off:
I watch you spin to this melody
As if you were still next to me

You’re a liar and you’re a saint;
The million faces I try to paint:
You’d burn alive for a dying art,
But for the two of us, you fall apart.