What i want and cannot have,
the cure may be the end of me.
All alone throughout the world,
no one can really understand.
To watch in pain, deep inside,
becoming angry, not knowing why.
Having the chance but knowing too soon,
that it will just end in a dull glowing moon.
to see it form, to see it end,
nothing gives pleasure, not even a friend.
the joy on the outside is nothing within.
Not knowing the reason, it feels i have sinned.
And in the forever changing moon, the crashing waves,
I have not swooned.
My heart has not lept, has not skipped a beat.
My heart has grown heavy, along with my feet.
And though I seem happy enough,
I always think back to the for tales above.
Though brief in speech, and not understanding
Another reason to conceal myself in my never landing
turn of emotion.
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