what is beauty if it can't be obtained
a flower so sweet but to far to smell
like a girl with out interest,
who am I to her
she lives in my mind, not trapped
free to leave when she wants
me, hoping she stays
so I don't forget
so I close my eyes so I can see her
I close my eyes so I can think
thoughts of her are effortless
things that are day to day seem jumbled
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