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My hair is a mess and so is my heart.
My mind looked at you and said, "Add to cart".
But then I fell apart.
I realized I can't afford.
But then I got mirrored.
So my heart you borrowed,
And slowly cured.
There are poems I want to hide,
But by you, the same poems, I want them to get eyed.
The poems I wrote while my flowers died.
I want your tears to drop on the sheets.
I need your affection, please.
Your presence, I badly miss.
I daydream giving you a forehead kiss.
I'm quite forgetful,
But this one dream it was so blissful.
You were holding my hand, we were running.
It felt quite stunning.
It left me breathless,
My love, it's endless.
I woke up with a warm face,
And it made my heart race.
But soon it started to ache.
I had secrets but now I have regrets.
At first you liked my mood,
But now I'm somehow rude?
I made you upset, I'm sorry.
Sunrise to sunset, I worry.
We connect by a thread,
Towards you I was lead.
I hope you have read;
The letters with things unsaid.
But in our thread, there's a knot.
The flowers, they're starting to rot.
But I still love you a lot,
For your eyes and whatnot.
Therefore, your love I still need,
So on this paper I continue to bleed.

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