There are too many of them,
they cause total mayhem.
in my heart and in my head,
my life is hanging off a thread.
they make me smile and feel alive,
their presence makes me thrive.
but the one who makes my heart fly,
my grey clouds a clear blue sky.
isn't mine,
so my lonely heart will pine.
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