Good thing I said it's gone,
You were the first person in my life.
Writing when you're gone,
And reading books became the meaning and importance of my life.
Yes, I mean writing.
I know you will laugh,
Just because I don't like writing,
Not to mention how many times I've been disciplined.
Do you remember,
When I'm with you,
Poets are retarded,
We used to discuss what they were.
I always said useless people,
I would say idiots.
When you don't tell your love to the face of your loved one,
Why would he go and tell the papers?
Now I condemn myself
Because they're actually smart people,
We are not.
As we tell our love,
Over the opposite sex,
His interest in us is waning,
When he sees love, he actually goes away.
They are the smart ones,
Because they don't use their love as a show, they hide it,
Then they tell on the papers,
They keep the love inside and hold the one they love in their arms,
They truly deserve happiness.
Anyway, skip that too.
Poets are always in our lives,
How does he know what we've been through?
It's happened to me too,
They've always been people.
Because they,
All the sorrows we've been through,
There were those who lived in it with their own love.
But they never lost.
You stumbled upon my mind today while walking,
I was thinking of you like an idiot,
I was laughing in the middle of the road,
It's a separate thing.
I suddenly saw your friend,
Your smile was reflected in front of my eyes again,
As if you were there,
All of a sudden my heartbeat got weird.
I did not understand what happened,
I panicked like a cat with liver in the victim,
I came back to my old self with a deep breath.
Anyway, enough of my bullshit,
In conclusion, GOOD YOU GO,
Goodbye, hope you don't come again.
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