I thought love wouldn't affect me, but it spread like the flu,
I thought no one was worth it and then I met you.
You were a writer and your poems touched my heart,
I thought we were a rope which could never be pulled apart.
And in the end, when you left me I started writing too,
Because I just can't get over you.
I'm constantly at war inside,
My heart feels for you but my brain forces me to hide.
And now when I look at you, I wonder why you didn't stay,
I still love you but how can I say?
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