Not something I wanted, but I smile now.
I stand still. I don’t know why.
May these eyes keep on swallowing its red?
Black teardrop confused the color of my shirt.

The flowers on my desk are not withered yet,
A light within the petals keeps the sparkle alive,
I keep it distant as it seems to stay.

Hooked on a thought,
Am I ought to love my dear yearning forever?

Instant loop of emotions,
Fever all back and forth,
I wish I could long for its sense,
Not by your name,
Nor my shame,
But the colorless fate,
Against my will.

You hold my hand,
I’m fond of how you move in my arms,
Astonishing being, I think of your beauty as a perfect sunrise,
I behold you like a treasure I will no longer find.

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