Our hearts in bind.
Or heads divine.
To you we trouble.
For you seek our tumble.
When we bring out our true beauty.
We show it, and hear blustery.
But why must things be so crazy in such a world.
As we see you not, we feel you not.
Love combines, then divides.
And leaves us trembling from behind.
In the thought of the person.
Our hearts beside.
Aching, trying to hide.
Why miss her so much? The one who came and left?
Eleven days after making love.
Does that mean nothing of, to you?
Forgive my weeping lines.
For I have been doing fine.
Till now, I think of the day of prom.
I don't understand how I thought I could.
But now I have to live as should.
Loving the nights, I wish I stood.
In the way of all we would.
As I think and say we, we were good..
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