Will these feelings ever go?
Do I even want them to?
The simple answer: no.
But...
There is an answer that's more complex
This answer in my brain, intended to vex
As if I'm under a witch's hex.
Oh - How I wish to pursue this!
But I can't. Like a puppet controlled by strings,
My thoughts a Buddhist monk's chant.
This constant repetition is killing me!
To be able to detach myself from these thoughts,
Run from them, to flee...
Just to be separated from them for one day,
But I can't be. They must stay.
For to lose these thoughts, even but a single day
Would mean this: The loss of hope of one day
Kissing your tender lips.
That is a loss that I could not bear!
The loss of hope of one day
The loss of hope of one day
Running my fingers through
Your beautiful hair.
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