This one is for you, to the person I always write about.
It's a normal day, everything is passing so fast,
Sun rises, people going with their lives,
It's natural, like a metal with rust,
Like you and me, that'll never collide,
'cause here I am again with my crying pen,
The once plain paper has been tainted,
My mind doing a usual crimen,
Replacing your name with all the words it imagined,
I thought because I just finished reading a story,
My heart has been captured by the plot,
And so I think of you again dreamily,
And spilling an ink that I think won't be the last,
O, dear, no need to ask about my subject,
Or why am I doing again what I usually do,
My heart's still wishing to be kept,
That's it, the reason is only you,
So yeah I'm writing this at the moment,
The time when you're filling my head again,
To my broken heart, this is a great help,
Reminding me of how were things then,
Just another way of setting my heart free,
To be freed from, again, wounding me,
Tho doing things like this means suffering,
Still rainbow won't stop showing after raining.
October 6, 2016
Yours truly
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Yours Truly
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