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What's There To End When Nothing's Ever Started?

You were the story I always opted to write about,

The book that I wanted to add up my list, I've been meaning to read and not to simply put in my shelf;

You were the poem I always wanted to keep, a literature I wanted to write in brown pages;

The song I wanted to hear, wondering if our melody together would ever be clear;

You were the secret that I wanna keep but as well the one which I want to tell my friends about,

Like the greeneries in the garden that I wouldn't want to pick but only seeing you around I feel complete.

It is hard that I grew too much on you,

Not knowing where these little butterflies I felt would ever lead us into;

When you held my hands close to yours, my stomach felt churning as if it was ever intertwined,

But what can I do when I just felt you are just warm with anyone?

"Guard your heart," I muttered to myself,

So in between those jokes, those smiles, and little sweet moments

Are hesitations that I ought to keep within myself;

Maybe, just a little maybe, whispering inside me:

We were better off to be not more than friends,

Cause what's there to end when nothing's ever started?