Following my dreams
I bring your kiss to mind,
Understanding that I miss
Your eyes, such green and kind.
I'm falling into the abiss
Of hopeless, useless wishes.
I hate myself for doing this:
For being naive, injudicious.
I'd better shake you of my head!
I need a month, may be a few...
But I perceive I've never met,
Will never meet a man like you.
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