At this time of night.
A hint of the obvious.
A sign of intimate content.
A moment I've been given to choose
A second to think back, not to resent.
It all suddenly falls, these raindrops;
There won't be another time,
Where I'll be able to say and give rhyme
"You'll be something more than something I care for."
The limelight, a beautiful sight.
You held a position (a solid bastion)
And I held nothing but my words
With hopes for a possibility, in this proposition.
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In my mind, without doubt, the design of what ought to be
In this world, full of conspiracies, there's something like you and me.
-pao