Manhattanhenge

I could paint you the perfect memory –
it would be red and blue and grey and gold,
you would kiss me
and I would let you.

It could have played out so different,
those are the words that haunt your screen
yet you question my sanity
and I play the part of a girl gone crazy.

He sits alone on his rainy rock
as I circle around in an effort to free you
but I realize now
you were not looking for a saviour.

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