This Mess

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By Lovely

I lay unclothed, in a mangle of this mess, What happened to the lies, they were my only dress, A dress that fit so close to my heart, But you came away and tore it apart. Truth uncovered, a pure beauty awakes, All evil draped away, lets lower the stakes, Less to fall apart, less to lose, More to hate and a lot more to choose, Falling upon sweet petals of red, I remember every word you had to of said, The dark of night stunk of beer, Never a harsh word anyone would hear, A changing of seasons, one swift move, Would tear apart every groove, A selected pattern of this shy night, It was only a chance, a maybe, a might, All eyes turned toward us two, But you're just a man, its all about you.

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