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It Doesn't Happen
It doesn't happen with the roses
when they're rich and red in bloom
as her exquisite fragrance engulfs me
in the sanctums of our still shared room
her moon dips behind the shadows
summertime lovers leap into the unknown
dried up petals swept off into the midnight
departing, she has no where left to roam
it doesn't happen in the sunlight
as beads of seduction slip into the sea
where soft sultry skin is soaked by warmth
and yesterday's memories remain to electrify me
cutting deep are the clouds, casting aversion
constant rain, the pain, the dark, the shame
pounding taking, the insane, walking away
crushing each piece, leaving me with the blame
when they're rich and red in bloom
as her exquisite fragrance engulfs me
in the sanctums of our still shared room
her moon dips behind the shadows
summertime lovers leap into the unknown
dried up petals swept off into the midnight
departing, she has no where left to roam
it doesn't happen in the sunlight
as beads of seduction slip into the sea
where soft sultry skin is soaked by warmth
and yesterday's memories remain to electrify me
cutting deep are the clouds, casting aversion
constant rain, the pain, the dark, the shame
pounding taking, the insane, walking away
crushing each piece, leaving me with the blame
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