Love Feels Like This
A lonely evening it was,
Busy with my own scars
Caring not to admire the stars
Daring not to put an end to my own wars
Endlessly gathering up my courage
Frightened was my frail adage
Grumpiness climbed up to a high stage
How would I ever confess?
I know not how I got in this mess
Jolly, sure, lovely, sure, but this loneliness
Kainotophobia showed up in my cosmos
Love, O Love, suffering, misery in all when you are felt
Mend me, O Time, mend me and send me a smile
Such is what happened when love struck!
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