Roses smell good,

they look beautiful

but all I see 

are the thorns, so dutiful.

Sunrise sky 

orange and bright

wings to fly

I  couldn't bother much.

Drew was nice,

along with caring and sweet

but wisdom and wise

I felt detached.

Alright I knew

he was never the one

I got all the clue

to end it right there.

Each turn in hallways

each heart skipped beat

he was once a gone away

my Aurora Borealis.

When Drew held my hand

I felt cold and sad

like lost in a land,

that was abandoned.

I did try my best,

kissed him,

and forgot the rest.

But whenever

the bluest of blue

held me forever

I forget his brown.

Drew, I am sorry.

To lead you in

and make you worry.

You were never on that day,

red polo shirt and balloons.

I got stuck in his bay

right then and there.

I believed I had closed the gates,

locked away in dim

feeling held, but

they never fade.

I cannot cheat on you.

I won't do that.

Because of the bluest of blue,

I think we should end.

Drew, you have been 

so good, so true.

It hurts right now,

that you are with no clue.

I can't live a lie,

better with heart blown

I am not sly,

I will let you free.

It is dull and cruel

but better than

the raging duel.

I liked you Drew,

as a friend.

not like bluest of blue 

two years ago.

So I am going to open up

probably shatter your heart

on my way to you,

to tear our relationship apart.

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