It's Form I Made

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At last, your forgiven

And these poems are written

To hear me out and listen

What hurts me most was hidden


I was driven by force

To run and remorse

It hurts back and fourths

Like marriages end divorce


You occupy my mind

It makes me dumb and blind

Why I'm so tied and inclined

When you make me cry wild


You haven't still replied

You're eaten by your pride

I wasn't surprise but smiled

Not someone worth to find


Thought it's my mistake

For I do make your heart ache

But its just a way to make it shape

But you break its form I make


You deserve someone who you love

Where you truly will to shed your blood

Giving her hug in times of flood

While you treat me like a mud


-shen

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