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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required What did you do to me? I am not who I used to be. I'm painting my nails, doing my hair, In my walk there is a flair. Is this fair or unfair? What did you do to me? Your one gaze is glory. My heart wants freedom, it's jumping from the cage, It's maroon now, before it was just a boring beige, Oh, what did you do to me? I am not who I used to be. I am happy and I am crying, Sometimes, I'm flying and dying, Mostly crying myself I found When you're not around. Am I in love? Is love something you wove? O sweetness, what did you do to me? O goodness, set me free! The day that you saw me for the first time, Your face sparked up, only you heard a chime. I'll never forget your mouth agape, Your eyes wrapped around me like a drape. I wanted to see myself through your eyes And see what secrets your eyes disguised. I have been thinking and thinking and thinking again About the soothing pain, then I realised it wasn't the rain As the tears I felt on my fingertips when I touched my face, Maybe because I wanted you to embrace. The night is petrifying and daylight exposes me, Coffee won't wake me up let alone the tea, I'm too deep thinking about you, Devotion, my lungs feel blue. I haven't tasted a word since I caught your glimpse, I haven't even touched a pen, let alone a notebook, Love is heavy, I'll turn into Ophelia dying in a brook. Now I want to taste the nectar of your lips, God knows how many beats my heart skips, I want to hold your hand and never let go, Your arms around me, a heaven, please know. O sweetness, O sweetness, What did you do to me!
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