I didn't ask for much.
That was the bitter truth.
I gave you my time,
I gave you my love.
I didn't ask for much,
You see.
You lingered,
You still do in a way,
That peripherial manner
You dance around
The boxing ring.
You lingered.
I see you,
Quite frequently, at that
And stop myself feeling,
Walking down the memory lane.
As I am a witness to your beauty.
- Robes of a Muse
- Robes of a Muse
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