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Beating hearts,
Raring to go and see him in red.
Cheeks are turning into gladiolus head,
Memorizing his invaluable smiles instead.
Aridly arduous to wake up every day
Taking the bitter and the sweet to say,
'til the sun sets for his vibrant luminous ray.
Minuscule at first until it felt real.
Lost and broken could surely heal,
Somehow grim is always there cravin' to feel.
At the same time in the midst of fear,
No-brainer time's there for you to stir,
The best way is to talk to Him, my dear.
Day and night the ally of clocks,
Burning the feelings with the same flocks,
Whereas;
The hands of the clock are turning for all the walks.
At the end of the day and gray,
You'll find yourself blazing in May,
And the least you could do is to fall and stay.
Nevertheless, you could hold to grow it gold,
But the ending is always in tedious and cold,
Where rainbows fade and left unfold.
