Yang Psyche Poems

Tears in her eyes
Blur her eyes
Their eyes in hers
Like with tears
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It is drizzly today,
I'm wet on my way.
In hopes of meeting you
Without delay.
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I'm single
I'm always single
In the crowd, on the road, with no fellow
They laugh at me as if I live in shadow
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He calls me baby
He says me silly
He makes me angry purposely
I always pretend to pout though in fact I'm happy
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He's the boy
Make me happy
Make me cry
Make me crazy
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