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Time Will Show (Wilted Flowers ptIII)
by: Jonathan Marsolais
Crazed and devastated
I run after you
For they took you away
When we both knew you weren't ready
To leave me behind
"You're a reject, a runaway" they kept telling me
But I was not to be turned away from you
Fragile, you were too weak to move far
But they thought it would be better
If you forgot me
I'll never forget you
For you're that unerasable memory
Which I will always keep
Inside my heart
Monstrously forgotten
They never liked me, ever
Even when we tried, never
Though we wished otherwise, neverever
Would we want them to hate us, neverevermore
Twenty years after our fateful reunion
That brought about your memory again
I saw you had married and had children
Once again, you never recognized me
And again, petals fell to the ground
Those were my tears
Leaking through an otherwise
Stone-cold defense
I left without saying a word
For I knew I wasted time
Because the one who I should've been
Taking care of
Was the damaged sister you ignored
My real friend
by: Jonathan Marsolais
Crazed and devastated
I run after you
For they took you away
When we both knew you weren't ready
To leave me behind
"You're a reject, a runaway" they kept telling me
But I was not to be turned away from you
Fragile, you were too weak to move far
But they thought it would be better
If you forgot me
I'll never forget you
For you're that unerasable memory
Which I will always keep
Inside my heart
Monstrously forgotten
They never liked me, ever
Even when we tried, never
Though we wished otherwise, neverever
Would we want them to hate us, neverevermore
Twenty years after our fateful reunion
That brought about your memory again
I saw you had married and had children
Once again, you never recognized me
And again, petals fell to the ground
Those were my tears
Leaking through an otherwise
Stone-cold defense
I left without saying a word
For I knew I wasted time
Because the one who I should've been
Taking care of
Was the damaged sister you ignored
My real friend
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