Vinel laced red, this is how it is. Portraits in the sun, This is what I've become. Dancing in the rain, full of shame. Song's of whispered regret, this I cannot forget. Time and time again, I pick up the pen. As i drift away, this i wish you'd say.

So long I've loved you, there's nothing above you. And though they laugh, it's all the past. And whatever I do, I'll never forget you. But be my poetic rose, elegant pose. This unique mess of perfection, So you'll be taught a lesson.

And so I'll cry for every single lie. Act as thought it's gone.. For this is our Poetic Song.