Rosy.
Counting the time 'til Summer's sun is set, for any town in England brings the threat of an evening's cry, when we're together again.
Any fool would die too soon to call you a friend.
Like a doll, inanimate, you dull all sense of ill.
You burn disquiet in the night, and choke all discontent.
Rosy, I found your love. Your love was something to bear.
With chic, your guise betrays and belies the horrors of the carousel.
Weathering storms with sweet melancholy, some would say ‘drunk’, others would say ‘rosy’.
Though a man more free than most may shun the allure, there’s a patient ache too dull for most to endure.
Then the fall, illusions swell and burst around my bed, I curse you with a thousand words, I hope you break your neck.
Rosy, stray from the start. I don't seem rosy no more. She stole my heart.
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