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It's strange to see how you treat me when I'm back,
you could think now that I'm too wack,
to say my opinions hided in this poem,
rolling like two pinions who roam,
across millions of pieces in the heart,
of a rolling, blue, electric cart.
Yes it's hard to understand the meaning,
why I'm writing these words,
but you understand that life is no leaning,
to the better side, to the singing of birds.
I have thought about you,
but never let that thought go away from my mind,
it has came into my head, and have never made me blind,
not to see how much I love you and what are you, kind,
trustable, lovable, beliveable,
and able to see into my heart covered like with a strong, wooden rind.
I know now that I'm just losing half of my life, if I keep complaining,
it's like hitting into my head with a knife, I just want to keep containing,
the love in our releationship, just keep giving me a tip,
how to continue our endless trip.<3 :)