Untitled Feelings
Why can’t things be like I imagined them?
Why can’t it be so magical than,
Being the the sad, darkness trapped in a prison.
Confessing my love to you is such a mission.
I wish that my love for you, you can feel from the depths of your soul.
I wish to me , your heart wouldn’t have been so closed.
If you can only open your eyes to see,
That maybe... just maybe, you’ll realize that the right one is me.
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