The memories, a blissful pain,
The hurt, a heavy disdain,
A day, like thousand years,
Feels like I'm stuck on you.
Like painters art, a stilled heart,
As writers writes, stuck in space,
My eyes rolls, into its retina's case,
Yes, I'm stuck on you.
And when love sings the high note,
Pitching screams, a passionate dote,
Every moment, a heavy pain,
Feels like I'm stuck on you.
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