Thou

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What more can I say with my complicated myself,

There's nothing more in my mind than you yourself.

I could smile and laugh for a day or a week,

But once you get in to my mind I'll easily feel weak.

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What's the point in leaving your life,

When I still cannot try to forget you?

My heart flutters and feels the hype,

Whenever I get nostalgic of me and you.

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I just cannot help but still feel hurt,

With all these emotions I tend to blurt.

I just want to go back in time to fix the things I got wrong,

I still want to be your everything even if it has been so long.

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All these pieces that I've shared with you,

Came from my puzzle so you wouldn't feel blue.

Every single night I wonder if you're alright,

I also wonder if my decision was really right.

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I have waited for a thousand years,

And I could wait a million more you see.

I would set aside all of my fears,

Just so that I could be with only thee.

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I could try to pretend you never existed in my life,

But doing so feels like cutting myself with a knife.

It's how painful for me to ignore the truth,

It's like picking up and eating a poisoned fruit.

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I want you to be mine but what more can I even do?

You're in love with the man that's perfect for you.

Sometimes I just want to stop or even undo,

The feelings that I have because I do really love you.

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I miss you a lot in case you haven't noticed with many reasons,

It's a shame I've done everything just for you not to think of me.

I feel like I've been through a very long rough seasons,

I have done a lot of crazy things just to forget thee.

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I listen to songs to relieve myself because I feel blue,

But in every song that I listen you're always the first one that I think of.

Been searching for an answer because I don't really have a clue,

If I should have stayed or have been better off.

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I lie awake in my bed writing this part of poem for thee,

Knowing that it's pointless because you won't ever see this.

But know that you're still the one in my heart,

And I would continue writing poetry because you gave me this art.

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