Those glossy trails of gold in your heart drew people in
Like bees to honey. They fed on that sweetness, ravenous.
I only watched them, envy greened in my heart.
You, with your pretty eyes and selflessness.
At last, glorious day, we found each other.
I took in those days like the sugar-soaked rays of sun
Those dying days of May.
When we parted, you wanted us to be friends.
But we tumbled, fell to nothing.
We said goodbye, and I'd rather die than remember you.
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