White
lace shirt, tight jeans
Nearly
reached the age of 18.
You
came and a written poem in a card of congratulations gave
Yet
now my happiness is as if buried in a grave.
Happy
and merry, full of love I should be
But
a distance I become to feel and see.
Please,
I desperately in my lonely mind call out,
Tell
me why your Love is no longer the same
as when it came about.
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