How am I suppose to be your founder,
Founder of these passion love I've had,
It's more than your morning jam and bread.
You shunt away your world from me,
When I tried to make your space a dream,
Please don't run and hide and just flee,
I will let your world shines more than beam.
I tried to held tight on your arms,
I knew you will not bring me any harms,
But somehow you just slip it away,
And again my heart broken just like a clay.
Till this day I try to understand,
Is it my world too small for you yo blend,
Or should I just continue to pretend,
That you care for me more than a friend.
-BELLE-
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