You're Not Mine To Have

Every rose has a petal,

Every stem has a leaf,

Every riddle has a rhyme,

Every story, disbelief.

If you were mine for me to have

You would have been mine by now.

I would hold you tightly in my arms

But love got muddled up somehow.

This story ends in waves of sorrow,

This story ends tonight. 

It ends with you, not with me

By the fading glint of sunlight.

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[LitStar]

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