I forgot that I'm not the only oneWho's trying to win your wild precious heart.I forgot that I'm not the only oneWhose heart's being pricked by a thousand darts.
I try to surpress what I think is vile:A simple act; my heart beats and it skips.By standing by the sides, watching you smile,Always, it brings a curve up to my lips.
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