Why do I miss someone
I was never with?
Why do I admire
someone I don't know better yet?
Why do I feel jealous
even if I know that I don't have the right to do so?
Why do I love
someone whose love can never be mine?
To have him is just an affection.
Shall I wake up and stop?
Or shall I continue this love?
A simple smile from him.
Makes my heart beat faster and fater.
A simple glance from him.
Makes my heart pounds.
A simple argument from him.
Makes me melt on the ground.
Above all, a simple him.
Is just a dream.
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