One Day

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One day I will run out of tears,

And run fast of what you think of me.

I will remember and wipe my tears,

But though, I'll try to smile....

Wait a second,

I hate this why am I telling this to myself?

Am I having pitty against myself,

Am I wrong to feel this way?

No, of course not,

 Cause theres no reason to smile.

You don't want me there,

I told you what I wanted,

But somehow,

You didn't understand,

So,I wont wipe my tears.

All is left is the goodbye,

So goodbye,

Those tears were the last drops of my goodbye,

Even if it's running like a kid down the misty  hill,

So, I'll lay still,

While the drops of goodbyes strip and soak into my pillow.

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