It’s Still You
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It’s Still You

your presence urges my hand to write all these things
that perhaps are worth less than dirt to you
this sorrow that grew inside me stings
and even went to a point where I got a flu

would you believe me if I say that you’re still in my mind?
that you’re the only one that my soul wants to find?
that the memories you brought me still give me a smile?
that the pain you caused made me weep ‘til I fill the Nile?

if I had the chance to jump back to the past
and warned you in the first place to not make me fall
perhaps this recovery of mine would be fast
and I wouldn’t get to have any bruises at all

 

(P.S. You will only be the person who’ll make me passionate on writing, I still love you.)