I have been wondering all these years,
Is it a smile or a mocking jeer.
Said you are special and will always be,
Why don't u believe me, Oh dear! !
I have travelled a distance with pain and pleasures,
held my love like a precious treasure.
Your care was my mental chores,
and you say i don't make u feel greater! !
I sighed and doodle or stare into space;
found nobody else except your face.
Poured my heart with my sterile words,
and you think its all fake and grimace! !
How can i make u feel my love,
cut my nerves or jump from above.
Hope that my care will someday count,
before my flame burns out..
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