Don’t Ever Be Angry at Me
When you turn away from me,
It feels unbearably lonely.
When you’re upset with me,
Your promise to never speak again—
It drowns my heart in silent waves of sorrow.
When you turn away from me,
I pick a single flower to win your favor,
Yet you gently toss it aside before accepting me again.
I wish I could be a flower,
To blossom along your life’s journey
And bring you joy and purpose.
When you turn away from me,
It feels unbearably lonely.
Our bond seems more fragile than a thread,
Yet still I wipe my tears
And strive to speak to you.
Your half-smile—the one you never complete—
Kills the breath in my chest.
When you turn away from me,
It feels unbearably lonely.
I vow to hold you in my arms forever,
To never let you be upset with me again.
Your hair—like dark clouds—frames your beauty,
And in you, I see the moon,
Making me forget the sky above.
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