"Sonnet 422"
Happiness, such an ordinary word,
Has a different meanings to everyone,
For ones smile can be another ones sob.
Loving him was the best thing that I've done.
Those two beautiful eyes which kept me trapped.
That I cannot help myself to stare back.
If you just knew, that I'm stuck in your trap.
I keep asking my brain what do I lack.
Even if it hurts, I'm still satisfied,
Seeing you with her, laughing and grinning
Again I'll just set my feelings aside.
Closing the book, this time I'm not crying
For I have loved a boy I shouldn't be,
Living in fiction and reality
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