A nice kid I was back then,
That is when paths were haven’t been woven.
Now find me unfortunately meddled in,
In the gravest crime I could have ever been.
That is to loving you as for who you are,
And wishing you be mine may you be near or far.
To sell out perfection for you I miss,
Paying no attention to distress and bliss.
Now I ask you see my eyes,
There shall you find where truth lies,
Hidden but then is revealed,
My latest deed to have caught me shrilled.
Know what or who I would like to tease,
Then have me confess, -it’s you with ease.
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