All the time I think of you,
but the thoughts remain in me...
They provide a crimson hue,
to almost everything I see...
Why can't you be ever mine,
when I'm yours completely?
But my soul is not so divine,
that you hate me eternally...
I lost all the good traits,
that you once adored in me...
I got driven by the fate's
illusion to be free...
I long to just see you,
and never let you down...
my love for you is true,
but for you, I'm just a clown...
With all the world I fight,
and claim that you are mine...
That's just a dream's sight,
then reality does shine...
That fight was just in vain,
I don't at all deserve you...
I'll get you but if you get pain,
that would be a huge sin to do...
I can't force myself on you,
and act what my real thoughts are...
I shall be more than glad to,
see you as a bright and distant star...
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