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Rose-Tinted Dilemma
For what it’s worth, I can’t stop thinking
about the predicament I’m in—
and no matter how many times I think about it,
I’ll always lose.
I’ll never win.
If given the chance,
I would give it my all.
So for me, if I admit it,
I’ll have to take the fall.
I look at you with my rose-tinted glasses
and see all the beauty in the world I need.
But at the same time,
when I look at you,
time passes,
my heart begins to bleed.
Almost anytime I walk into the room,
I smell a sweet smell—
but I take it as a sign
that I have to repel.
I wish it wasn’t that way,
but it’s all so true—
because when I smelled that smell,
I couldn’t stop thinking about you.
Oh, the moral dilemma I’ve put myself in.
I’ll always lose.
I’ll never win.
Copyright ©
Zackary Myers
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