The Towel

Walking in the dark, fearful of the star

Something clear yet something so far

Full of sweat and full of tears

The towel I wiped with all my fears

Despite the events my mind is still crazy

Waiting for the day, hoping you would notice me

You are my greatest joy and my greatest despair

Feelings impossible to tame,the pain that it bears

Doing almost everything at the cost of nothing

The pain being dealt, the curse of loving

Should my heart stay strong and hold on

Or should the towel of feelings be forgotten and thrown 

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