Alone I walked
In the empty room
Of my sorrows
I could not form
Words that I could mutter
In order to tell you
Things that matters
For now I will stay
In the sidelines
On the pathways
Underneath your books
In the pockets of your jeans
Until I learn someday
That loving you sometimes
Means letting you
Know it not
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 11:47 AM UTC
Alone I walked
In the empty room
Of my sorrows
I could not form
Words that I could mutter
In order to tell you
Things that matters
For now I will stay
In the sidelines
On the pathways
Underneath your books
In the pockets of your jeans
Until I learn someday
That loving you sometimes
Means letting you
Know it not
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