Your light eyes and quick smiles,
The pleasure in your fleeting love,
Your face tells of your mind,
It’s quiet, unrequited desire-
That fills you with an icy fire.
You know the unconventionality in you,
The happenings that keep escaping through,
The quiet pride you won’t admit,
It’s disastrous legacy-
That keeps you from loving me.
Your diminished adoration,
From being just a little barren,
Your shaking hands say it all,
The provoked repression of passion-
That never lets you fall.
You know the days that never work,
The closed mind that makes it rough,
The lie you know you’ll tell yourself,
Its miserable fortification-
That leaves you dry and helpless. 
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