My day is not complete
Without seeing you,
Not hearing your name.
Wondering one day,
You will pass by in waiting shed,
Where I am standing,
Waiting for the next bus to stop.
I have an old picture of you,
That I kept for a long year.
I didn't throw it,
Because that's my childhood memories of yours.
Weird, because we never talk
But then why my intimacy for you
Is full of hopes,
And that I've known you for a long time.
But then, it's only an illusion.
A hue that has no color.
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Why I'm Hurting My Feelings
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