How many more poems would I have to write for you?
I can't get you out of my mind, that sure is true.
I wish writing all of this would soon help me forget.
So that despite your proximity, I no longer have to fret.
How many more dreams do you have to star in?
I don't even know how long it's been.
I've felt this way for quite a while now.
I wish I could move on, but I don't know how.
How many more times do I have to get lost in thought?
Oh, what a predicament to me, you've brought!
Shall I be like this a bit longer?
They'd think, by now, I'd be stronger.
How long shall you hold me captive?
What is it that I have to give?
For me to be free from this, oh, so painful misery,
of wanting to have you, a downright impossibility.
How long? I need to know.
How long? 'Coz it hurts me so.
I surely can't wait for that day,
so I could finally go my own way.
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