Why can’t you see me properly trying,
A thousand times I spent crying,
Was it my high expectations,
Or many hesitations.
All those nights I wondered,
Was it me,
Sleepless nights seeps through me,
Making me ponder.
Should I have kept my guard up,
Will I not tear up,
Would I had not broken down,
Looking like a clown.
Still I smile,
Seeing you with him hand in hand,
They say forgetting is an ease if you go the extra mile,
But I couldn’t, can’t do much but stare and stand.
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