You are nothing but trouble

He is not bad
He is rather good
‘I’m not yours’
But I wish you could

The flowers wilted
And my soul did.
There are no words
To express my scream.

You will never find me
In the forest of pain
Where is my sun?
I’m sick of this rain

You are nothing but trouble
What can I say?
I still love you
In my own way.


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