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poet_at_heartMy love is like the flowerbud in the window,
it never got a chance to blossom.
My love is like a broken mirror,
reflecting everything in little pieces.
My love is like...
Nothing you'll never see,
since it is me.
I need to guard this heart so it doesn't run away again,
but I know that that will fail.
I will fall again,
my love won't blossom again.
It'll be like a broken mirror again,
the pieces cutting my fingers.
I just pray that the pain will fade away fastly,
so that my love can blossom,
can reflect everything
and can let me be me!
it never got a chance to blossom.
My love is like a broken mirror,
reflecting everything in little pieces.
My love is like...
Nothing you'll never see,
since it is me.
I need to guard this heart so it doesn't run away again,
but I know that that will fail.
I will fall again,
my love won't blossom again.
It'll be like a broken mirror again,
the pieces cutting my fingers.
I just pray that the pain will fade away fastly,
so that my love can blossom,
can reflect everything
and can let me be me!
(I couldn't resist writing another poem, I need to do it for keep going on... My fingers are bleeding from trying to type, even if nothing comes out.)
