Alex.
You were the difference,
You were loves saviour,
You had not fallen like all the others,
But now you’re just another.
The crystal amongst the broken glass,
You were kind, sweet and honest,
You were yourself, perfection,
But now you are the sand amongst the shingles.
Yours was a light fangdango,
Theres a chalk board march,
You didn’t have a mould to break,
But now you sit in a shadow niche in a corner of any room.
I saw you in a different light to all others,
Yours was a golden beam, theres a dark flood,
But now i look at them, then at you,
Mirror image, nothing more.
And this love was never true.