Like a cat with a mouse,
That won't let it die,
You toy with me,
An amused gleam in your eye.
Striving for your love,
Is like playing with fire,
I'll either bask in your warmth,
Or be singed by the pyre.
I hope and I wish,
For my feelings returned,
But always in the end,
I only get burned.
Why do I keep trying,
Where do I find strength,
What keeps me going,
Through pain at length?
I cannot say why,
But I manage to cope.
For as the fool that I am,
I always have hope.
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a sad and yet somehow cute poem. the rhythm comes across w/ease and each stanza makes tells its part!
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