my dearest
There are alot of things in my mind
Very occupied, but you I find
It seems just three magic words
That my lips can't afforf
You manage to make me smile
Even though you seem to cry
You always light up my day
And your magic light leads my way
But at times it seems you try
Not to please, but make me sad
Doing this makes me die
But I'm sorry if I made you mad
Most times it breaks my heart
Just to discover that, there's no we
And all there is, is that
We were never meant to be
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