How cannot I look you in the eyes,
when I look directly.
There I don't see what is threre,
but I feel everything else.
How I feel close to you,
when you're not there
and you never stand by me.
Why am I still asking myself,
who I like so much.
Why am I so much thinking
about what my heart want to say.
I don't want you just for myself,
I worry about you.
That something might happen to you,
and someone might hurt you.
So this is why I usually want you
to be with me.
©byhannah
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