I’ve already had my heart broken so many times,
it’s as if I’m looking at her
with broken glasses.
My feelings fragmented,
separated.
Unable to form a conclusion.
When I look at her,
talk with her,
hug her goodbye.
I can see without the glasses,
I can see that I love her.
I dream about being with her,
I dream about kissing her.
One day,
One day I'll tell her
how I feel,
Without that pair of broken glasses.
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