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Really Happy

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I’d be really happy in your warm embrace,
To see that lovely smile on your face.
I want the unbridled flutterings from your kiss. 
I want to feel that incomparable bliss.

I’d be really happy just to be with you.
I’d like to see all there is to see with you.
I want to become all I could be with you.
I want to live the life I conceived with you. 

I’d be really happy, but I’m afraid I’m not.
I can’t live this life like I had thought. 
You couldn’t love me, and I always knew. 
Oh, how I wish it weren’t true.

I’d be really happy, but I can’t be anymore.
I can’t ignore what you’ve said like I had before.
Inside rests a heart so tired and so sore. 
It pounds in my chest, but what for?

- Tristan B. 

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