You were not there for loving me,
but I was still there after knowing everything.
When the first time I heard about you,
it was painful to accept, but I had to.
The moments were frozen
and the love ruined in my heart.
Finally at a morning,
the blossom of love blasted out
with the sense of autumn
and the limitations gone by.
Now the memories are
floating on the screen
and nailing on my heart
with it's sharpen edges whether
the pixels're going to be blurred.
[Ignore the rhythm, everything is a poem with having the feelings.]
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