Why am I like this?
Staying up ‘til the midnight breaks,
thinking of only,
a love never true.
How is it possible?
Why must I be plagued,
with this mental anguish?
My hopeless warped optimism,
must be tortured,
with love unknown.
One person,
never seen by these mortal eyes,
but for only immortal lips shall kiss.
A never-ending purgatory of two hour,
hold us still.
Under this newly lit moon,
and stars above.
He stops time,
with his lips of love,
for only me,
his shade of his heart.
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