Were tinted with roses made of glass,
Words that made me feel loved;
You became my many chapters,
Though you left after a paragraph,
And what paragraph it was,
Epic and beautiful.
Gravity was not to be blamed,
That thirst quenchable paragraph had it all,
How was I not supposed to fall for you?
Those rose-tinted words,
That epic and beautiful paragraph,
Had it all,
This is where I made the fall,
But you were too afraid to catch me at all,
Like a fallen star,
But I am not to be wished upon,
For the pain,
Is too strong it’s worth.