I would like to tell you
how i like the sky so blue
cause it's like a clue
to the life for I wish it is true
I would like to tell you
How these feelings become so impromptu
Denial is part of hiding the truth
Cause I loathe to make it so visible to you
But dear,
I miss you so much I'm in fear,
For things I know it is never clear
Whether you're now with another
Or you still think of me instead of her
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