I sit in my room
with pencil in hand.
Trying to do something
I am not sure I understand.
Trying to express how I feel.
Yet is this feeling even something real?
I don't really know you
so how can I be sure?
That what I am feeling
for you is something pure.
Is it your looks,
money, or fame?
For if it is
on my life I feel shame.
I sit in my room
with pencil in hand.
Trying to do something
I am not sure I understand.
These feelings of mine
that I have for you.
How did they start
and are they even real?
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