When you looked at me,
It’s like counting to three.
You made me feel,
Like I just had a meal.
You didn't need much,
No actions or such.
I was young and naive,
You made me believe.
But there are many,
Much better than me.
So I understand well.
You didn’t need to tell.
The magic is lost,
And it hit me with a cost.
It’s already dawn,
The love it's gone.
Alyssa Lee (27 October 2012, 10.52pm)
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