May I confess something?

I think you've got me moping.

Now this is not normal,

I do not always spend my time thinking,

Hoping for something formal.

I usually run to the sidelines,

Waiting for something better to come by.

It sad that I've been noting,

That I may be slowly,

With no breaks falling.

Not from the sky,

Or from the deep blue of your eyes.

I've been letting my heart fall very slowly,

And I can't forget as much as my heart tries,

That I've been falling,

And now you've got me moping.

The End

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