You ask me the same thing
"Do you really love me?"
It always pops up
It never ceases to amaze me
At the smallest mistakes
Slightly burnt rice
Over slept for a bit
"Do you really love me?"
And my answer always the same
" Yes, I'm pretty sure of it"
I know why you worry
You've been burnt more than twice
But I don't mind your mistakes
So don't worry
I'll always love you
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Poems: A collection
PoesiaA small collection of my poems. Some of them are sad, some are happy, and some are just fun!
