Deep eyes,
reflect her,
my face can't,
conceal the love.
A smile to disguise,
the real feeling,
cowardly hide,
my true being.
The path of love,
is pure.
But I stain,
and change,
to make believe,
that you are,
not the one.
I'm a liar,
to myself,
much I deceive,
and cover.
Wish I could,
cross my fence,
just to say,
I love you,
live with me,
end this pretense.
Hope one day,
I would.
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