How am i gonna read those poem,
Without feeling blue.
In fact,
each words takes me back to you.
How am i gonna keep the rhyme,
If each of its words
Keep on pinching me
Right to my thigh
How am i gonna sleep at night,
Without banging me
of countless memories
that force my tears to write.
How am i gonna eat my pie
Without tasting the sensation
of you saying,
It was your favorite fry
How am i gonna live my life
If i keep on reminding
Myself
How much i yearn for you.
Jun 2, 2025
Jun 2, 2025 at 6:35 AM UTC
How am i gonna read those poem,
Without feeling blue.
In fact,
each words takes me back to you.
How am i gonna keep the rhyme,
If each of its words
Keep on pinching me
Right to my thigh
How am i gonna sleep at night,
Without banging me
of countless memories
that force my tears to write.
How am i gonna eat my pie
Without tasting the sensation
of you saying,
It was your favorite fry
How am i gonna live my life
If i keep on reminding
Myself
How much i yearn for you.
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