At the Fingertips

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A Love

I sit and stare,
With too much care.
I look at you,
Without any clue.
Cos you could never know,
I could never let it show.

I sit and cry,
Wondering why.
I think of you,
What else can I do?
Cos you’re on my mind,
The cruelty from your kind.

I sleep and dream,
Together it would seem.
Waking to discover the lie,
The sensation reaching an eye.
Cos I’m totally in love with you,
And my gut is left to stew.

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