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I know it won't be acknowledged, My petty yet pretty love for you. And as much as it hurts to write this down, I'll be damned, if all this isn't true. Somewhere, out there, beyond my reach, I know you still wander around. So, I look for places that you'd fit in, And listen for that familiar sound. Uneasiness grows, fear fills me, Countless questions make my heart sink. My whole body seems paralyzed, It fills my mind; I can't even think. Do you have a photo of me, with you in it or rather "US" in it? Was I worthy of your camera's flash? and those thoughts that made our smiles lit. Have I done you so wrong that you refuse, to even look in my direction? Was it so hard to put me down, with a little more of your affection? Never did you kiss me, at least miss me, So, my wishful thinking keeps me sane. I wasn't the one for your drunk texts, I was painting our smiles on your windowpane. I didn't hide, I'm still here, And I didn't hide even bac...

SOMEONE WHO HAS A PAST IS NOT ALWAYS ABLE TO GIVE IT THEIR ALL TO OTHERS EVEN WHEN THEY KNOW THAT BOTH OF THEM ARE TRYING THEIR BEST... IT'S HARD TO PUT UP A BRAVE FACE AND EMBRACE YOUR VULNERABILITIES IN FRONT OF SOMEONE YOU LOVE...     Too many clouds in the sky, hiding the warmth, obscuring the sun. A silhouette holds my hand firmly, And pulls me into flower beds that burn. Her laughter echoes throughout the valley, A few rays seep and illuminate her eyes. They're glistening with brightness like those of stars, And for a moment, I forget all my lies. "I love it when you smile so much" "I love to see you cheerful" - she says. So, I believe her and deceive myself, that I have left behind my past days. My eyes swell up and start to gush, hearing those words, heavy downpour begins. Her innocent love, she shares with me, And wipes my eyes with her bare skin. My mouth is stuck, words won't come out, while I look into those eyes full of love. Hastily, I tell...