a new day

smell the roses as they say
meet a new friend
give him a chance
after all, he’s waiting for my answer
moving on and holding to the past
the dual that’s bound tight
a new day
a new prospect
to be happy and love once again
only if i allow the day to pass
he might be the new love of my life
but he’ll never compare to you

© simon whittle — from lovers’ tiff: a ballad

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