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I write you from the past that’s present
My future torturer, my pain To set things clear, to let you know About the burden that I’ve gained. Living with you for all this time Was living with a summer bird You were too old, I was too young The words I said were never heard. Not in the right way nor the wrong Not in high tones nor without voice And I knew that so well, so long I’ve waited for you, so my choice Was loving you despide all signs Despite all world, despite my mind I needed someone I could love You needed someone who was kind. And for a while we were well The mutual friendship grew so strong That not a second did I doubt My growing love for you weren’t wrong. I dreamed you dreamed the same dreamstory Where there was no one else but us I had high hopes, I had desires But suddenly all felt. Alas! I never knew the words you craved for You never heard the ones I used Now, in the present, I’m still happy I’m not yet worthless or abused. But, oh, the time won’t spend forever Its growing winter on my mind You’ll turn from me, I’ll turn to you But there’ll be no one I could find...
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