every photo and stolen word.
Of your life I must be a part
so that your feelings might be spurred.
A smile from deadlocked pain
your presence to me does provide.
Your laughter helps me to sustain
this life that I can't normally abide.
My heart is now tangled up in you
and every little confidence that you say.
There's not much more that I can do,
over my love you unknowingly hold sway.
Until my feelings might be returned
with my pinings I shall persist.
Perhaps one day I won't be spurned
and you might then know that I exist.
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