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Poetical love, what an easy subject to explain, The feelings are there yet they drive me insane. It’s like one moment I feel that I am utterly sure, Then I wonder whether those feelings are pure. Poetical love, how hard is it really to come out, The emotions I think I simply cannot live without. Yet it drives me crazy and I want to rip it apart, Still it’s the only thing that truly stays in my heart. I hate the last bit of sensation it gives to my head, It even haunts the very last part of me in my bed. The things that I hoped for I could of broken away, And save all of this hopeless pain for another day. I hate the very last thought of you always being there, Sensing your feelings to me is somewhere in the air. But I am assuming feeling what we have is not enough, And thinking of our destiny together is somehow a bluff. Poetical love, how I used to share this joy with you, Now I don’t even see the things we used to value. We were in love with each other by a simple touch, I’m starting to think this contact was a bit too much. Poetical love, how I used to love its unique melody, Now it’s only sticking at the back of my memory. We said that we wanted this feeling to last forever, It was story when we went through another chapter. I am lost when it comes to this feeling called love, This passion between two people set from above. I don’t know whether it’s temporarily what I feel, If I should move on and let this profound wound heal. I am lost in this world and feel that I will be betrayed, If only I show the wrong picture of me I have portrayed. I don’t know what to do with a poetical kind of emotion, I believe I lost myself and lost interest for all my reason.
