12th day of January

Happy birthday to the love that will never be mine
Blowing candles to a day that only hurts my heart and mind
Drunk off the cheapest wine, eating the icing with tears as lime
Listening to saddens, singing lalluby to my prime

After three more I will be wasted enough to lie that am fine
Dailing you up even though am always on hold
Travel my mind looking for you in the sunlight The you that was oblivious of my truth

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Happy birthday to the love that moved to the moon

To the heart that beats no more for my grove 

To the heart that found more on the open road 

To a smile that will never shine again in my life 

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