Pessimistic

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Above the clouds are the unwanted storms,
who wants to fall from sky,
Like my eyes who wants to cry,
Yet full of fears and doubts,
Like lighting, thunders, and clouds.

I allowed you to enter my kingdom,
Because you bought me colors and freedom.
I was lifeless back then, but you came
And bring back the light who was hidden in a crown.

I was hopeless, my life is optimistic
And then you showed up.
Everything changed,
Until YOU changed and said it was a fantasy.

You formed a new storm,
A new war between you and me,
A new tears and silent cries
Who wants to fell from my eyes.

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