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ADreamReflected — UnLove
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You were never given a rose;such sentiments were a worthless dream.
Instead of a flower, you'd rather have a carefree grin
without the taste of tears and envy,
to keep you from seeing red
and turn your jaded tarnish into gold.
He sings with a voice like honeyed gold
and all the sweetness of a newborn rose
to bring a smile on lips so red.
And although the days that pass aren't a dream,
for you he'll always have a grin
and a gaze as green as envy.
But primrose ties draw deadly envy
when words are whispered under gold.
You'll be cut by a razor-edged grin,
and the crimson you see blooming isn't a rose.
It must be a nightmare for it can't be a dream,
and your tears are tinted red.
You can't escape the echo of red
when your heart is cracked by envy
for ghosts that only haunt a dream.
You think there isn't enough baby-blue or gold,
and you're caught by a gaze as dark as a rose
that calls up the memory of a too-sharp grin.
You want to break anyone who dares to grin
while you must walk through shadows so red,
and every deception is given the mask of a rose.
Those honeysuckle fingers are no longer wrought by envy,
but grasp with cunning miser's gold.
Everything is seen with the clarity of a dream.
He's running away, pursued by a dream
and trapped between a scream and a grin.
For all the night rain he hasn't forgotten gold
or the song of the sun setting red.
He chooses stone angels over sleep and envy
and shuts away memories of a love like a rose.
So drink down gold sunshine and red wine;
soon the fever dream will end with an insomniac grin,
and you'll cast off your envy for the soft-blooming rose.
