And you ditched me the last day,
Naming and counting fingers,
Galloping and swapping bed sheets,
Eager to figure out which one we've tangled.
Leaping thoughts always have had bothered,
I assume you've always struggled.
Can I be sorry for the actions I've uttered?
And of course, you ever have accepted me.
Blaming me and pointing on you,
Enchanted hours, that’s what we've been through.
Reality ever pursues us,
Madness never hits guilt on us, And an air of bliss in each other’s side.
Angels guide our dyad’s companionship through obstacles,
Lame things that we decipher, miracles!
Best times of mine are with you.
I admit, you’ve shaped me so much cheer,
Leading to blowing up my fear.
And I’ve missed, and mashed, and messed… my smiles,
Name one, and we’ll be on it for miles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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