Thou

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thou: (in old fashioned or poetic) you
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i started listening to hip-hop
even though i used to hate it before
and wonder where did our love go?

looking at you seems all blue
that even it became one of my favorite colour
never thought three months can ruin forever dreams

someone with cutest smile
and reachable stance
forgivable heart, planted cottons

ain't telling it wasn't my fault
should have hold your hand when we first met
but that's the thing about love, it reaches uncalled

uncounted account of our meetings
silent course versed in fiction
climax left in the middle

perils adorned with periwinkle wonders
standing up at lupine tongue
rolling piano tunes of early autumn at the bay
creeping slowly slowly, in hurry

now my arms wide open
forever hanging, waiting for you
never gonna give up on you

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