Just you
I pick among the whole world.
Is it reasonable of you
giving me a chance to be despondent?
My heart is a pen in your grasp.
It is all up to you
to keep in touch with me glad or pitiful.
I see just what you uncover
what's more, live as you say.
Every one of my sentiments have the shading
you want to paint.
From the earliest starting point to the end,
nobody however you.
When you conceal I change
to a Godless individual,
furthermore, when you show up,
I discover my confidence.
Try not to hope to discover
any more in me
than what you give.
Try not to look for
shrouded pockets on the grounds that
I've demonstrated to you that
the sum total of what I have is all you gave.
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