Poem composed on May 15, 2009
What I feel… Oh what I feel…
Sometimes I wonder if it is real
Coz’ the wound you left has not healed
It resurfaces though I try hard to conceal
Sitting across you over a meal
I feel… oh my heart is already sealed
Though layers of doubt I tried to peel
Yet my heart is not made of steel
To you this game is a thrill
But to me it hurts it could kill
Trapped in fantasy so unreal
This courtship circus is surreal
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