I present to you, a lover and a fool
A liar and his truths, a world to fall into
Between drinks, I think I'm seeing things
But they're beautiful like you
Youthful and glistening through
Pockmarked skies, I see your eyes
And a million miles beyond them
One more glass and a dance then
We can leave for the horizon
I've all the best disguises
They'll never recognize us
Cause a love learned and love spurned are
Strangers in the same dress
Twins in a photograph where
Something seems different
And nothing is
I present to you, a peasant and a king
A matter for dreams to attend to
A dressing to mend wounds
And a knife to rend them anew
Each morning, I present to you
Everything, the quiet death of reality
The rising sun of dreams
What better destination, than this
What love letter written, sealed, and sent
Would you read, if not this very one
A few hours shy of the morning sun
And we're glistening already
Incapable of steadying our hands
I present to you perfection in
All its glorious flaws
Take a drink, fall with me
Through the looking glass
At last, this insanity makes sense
Somehow this hell has produced
Heaven, seduced the hours into
Seconds, and left us lying hopeless
Breathlessly devoted to remaining
Lovers and fools for
One more moment.
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