A Short Explination
Don't ask me to delve deep into the mind of my lover,
I barely understand the abstracts of my own mind.
To love those who always flee,
Is to allow then to flee from you-
And that my dear fellow- is not love.
Thus why I cannot swim in the depths of my lover's mind.
For he is my lover,
But it seems he's too busy running to feel the same for me.
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