I always write to thou,
thou hardly reply.
When I speak to thou,
Thou become shy.
Evermore I move to thou
Thou want to fly.
Thou talk about everyone
Never talk about mine
Thou go every door,
Never come to my floor.
When I confess my feeling
Thou I find just smiling.
These above wandering,
Thou fling me confusing.
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 5:11 AM UTC
I always write to thou,
thou hardly reply.
When I speak to thou,
Thou become shy.
Evermore I move to thou
Thou want to fly.
Thou talk about everyone
Never talk about mine
Thou go every door,
Never come to my floor.
When I confess my feeling
Thou I find just smiling.
These above wandering,
Thou fling me confusing.
#love #Confusion
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