ain't first, ain't last

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this is a mess        
where jokes crack.
the reason why you laugh
because of my stupid pranks.

yet you see it as a bluff,
but let me show you
that my feelings is the only fact
behind all those acts.

you set the rhythm.

a symphony in my missing piece,
a rhapsody in this deafened silence.
such a bittersweet melody,
agonizing the days of mem'ries.

your voice is like a music
that makes me love sick,
a lullaby to my ears.

waiting for the right tempo.