When I cry, you sing to me and I pick up my guitar and throw away the tears.
Lover, you make life complicated with a sweet-bitter taste to its phrases.
Lover, why do we end up in some garbage can needing to be ironed out?
I love you, and although this started as a tapestry of
A beautiful patchwork.
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