I still remember the days
where the sun hits your face
In the evening, sunset rain.

No one can see your smile
in their clouded minds.

You were different from others,
wearing only black with no colors,
still learning to see all your colors.

Do you know I am scared
that I will be a burden?
Everyone I knew
said I was changing.
I wish you knew
that I want to be you,
I want to be somebody.

I am a person with a hundred faces,
I can stand through all your phases.
I don't know where you will end up,
but I wish it's the place you wanted to be.
I will stay right here.

I can't promise a forever with you,
I fear we lose the meaning of this bond.
Permanence scares me of being bruised.

Our love is different in the best ways.
Our first matching gift is a pocket knife.
We will look back and realize it's a beautiful mess.

I don't know whether you feel the same way
I'm scared this might end in a bad way
because the problem is me, not us.
You are high above the sky, shooting for the stars.
I am stuck here, can't forget the dark locked doors.

I am a person with a hundred faces
who can't feel any emotions.
I am numb and tired,
but I want to be somebody
you can love and lean on.

I can be there for all your phases.
I want to capture all your colors,
smiles, and laughter embedded in my memories.

Want to take a hundred pictures of you
But not of us.
Want to remember the words you utter.
But not my lines.

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