You are my first thought in the morning,
The reason why I keep on smiling.
You got me with your dance,
Just like the way you hooked your other fans.
From you, I was miles away,
And that makes my fangirl heart ache.
Will I be able to meet you someday?
Or will I only meet you in my dreams?
I wish I could hold your hands,
And see how you smile.
I wish I could have your heart,
But for a fan, that would be too much to ask.
audio:
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Poems of Confession
PoetryWords I opted not to confide Scattered pieces of me, hidden inside He who held them, now nowhere to find Gone, leaving me behind
