Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet.
And so are you.
Roses are generally red.
And violets are indeed generally blue.
But I was the sweet one.
And you didn't have a clue.
Time passed. Days, months, and years, all I could do is conceal my own love, so I wouldn't break your heart.
I thought that your eyes sparkled like the stars in the sky, a splatter of beauty and a navy blue.
Throughout all of my life, I shouldn't find such a love greater or lesser, other than you.
I was drinking with a bunch of friends that night, and you sped by.
Running to the stage, center spotlight, an angel will cry.
As your throat sparked and your vocals lit up, I sat in utter peace.
Too amazed for even a sip out of my cup, as I asked God please.
Your voice echoed and your eyes shined.
An imperfectly perfect moment, I wish I could rewind.
As the darkness covered and the moon revealed.
My heart was stolen and while you sang, it started to heal.
See all of my life I've been hiding scars, deep within my soul.
I've been trying to find that one star, to fill this gaping hole.
Angel/Vocals/Heal
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