Kinda Sad one.
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(Verse 1)
Applying strength to the chords,
Mind overflow with melancholy thoughts.
Why can't I always get what I sought?
Fingertips on the left had felt sore,
Uncomparable to the one felt in the core.
Till they had finally bleed,
You still unaware that You're the one I need.
(Chorus)
Someday You will finally know
The efforts I had sow.
That will not turn cold
Even till the day I become Old and Yellow.
(Verse 2)
Walking alone often makes me sigh;
Composing end up makes me cry
Streams of Blood will someday,dry.
Dandelions will somehow,lie;
And Prayers to my heart will never die.
(Chorus)
Someday You will finally know
The efforts I had sow.
That will not turn cold
Even till the day I become Old and Yellow.
(Bridge)
You should know,and ought to know
My feelings are wine that gushes from barrels
They can't cease to flow
And at least my efforts wont lie low.
(Ending)
I may not be there when the weather's colder;
not the one to be with you till you gets older
but will always be the Angel on your Shoulder.
*The spacing got a bit of error when the piece reached the last 2/3-3/4 of the poem.