Sometimes

The thought of not knowing how you are
Makes me sad
Sometimes the voice in my head
Says, I will not find my way
No matter how many tries I get
Being alone not fun anymore
But still pushing you away
Why?
Again and again!
The beauty of your eyes,
Brown and greenish!
Stands before me, even after I close mine
It won’t get me to finish
Sometimes I think, so many things,
That I can get everything I want,
That I am stronger than I know,
But it is all a lie
In disguise!
Sometimes I miss you
And wish you’d miss me too
But I think,
That is what, you will never know.


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