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PEACH, 2021
#15 hopeless romantic
been dreaming to be loved through highs and lows,
had it once, might be the last,
because the more you love, the more you lose,
makes me wonder if being hopeless romantic is actually a curse.
never cling on memories, you might fall hard,
but to stop relying on oxygen sounds absurd,
weren’t we so perfect, how did we go astray,
sometimes I just wanna resist, but harsh reality put me away.
love supposed to be easy, but everyone gets queasy,
that’s why two hearts never break fairly,
we were both steady before it gets shaky,
why can’t the story just end happily?
loving somebody don’t make them reciprocate,
but it must be nice to be taken seriously once more,
sometimes it feels like a never-ending cycle,
every time I take risk on someone, I end up the loser,
as if we only play to lose.
still, love is the kind of thing I hope I’d find.
