No. 19: 2𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘩

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I knew you once on 2nd of seventeenth.

The pretty-handsome man you are. 

But do they know your eyes

tells me a blank line. Sadness.


Your eyes are blank

Color of black.

There's a giant wall

blocking me from meeting the real you.


You look so happy,

Do you really?

You do not know me,

But at least I knew you.


You've gone through a lot.

Your eyes say it all at once.

You made my world shine,

Can you allow me to do 

what you do to mine?


Or was it the world will never allow it?

Can I be nearer than being farthest from you?

But who do I'm wishing to. 

I always hoped to see you 

see me with big bright eyes.


I always hoped that you can lean your head,

Cry. With somebody who's closer than me.

But I hope you'll know,

even you're far, I can see it.

I always knew it.




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