Oh how summer keeps you looking young
No longer my lover still somebody's son
I was always beautiful at looking good
Your secrets could destroy and I knew they would
Innocent love at its best, something pure
For lovers like these, there is never a cure
Sidestepping reality, with narrow a chance
To transform this into a brilliant dance
Guitar strings and vocal chords leave you locked in place
It's me on your radio, the fact you can't face
Stranger, you sit with tear stains and tissues
holding your broken heart and a love you outgrew. |
Submission Name: Unintended
