Is all my mess too hard on you?
All the baggage that I carry around.
Moments that I wished to be stretched longer with you,
With our love so profound.
Was all that a mirage soaked in an enigmatic lie,
Or was I too dumb to not notice our love slowly die.
You denied me those few minutes of forever in your arm,
I don't want my love to be just contained in your palm.
But close to your heart,
Maybe expectations from you were wrong on my part.
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