I see you walking towards me,
but you began to slow down towards me.
You stand there with a smile on your face,
begging to be kissed.
Your face begins to melt with a glare,
I see you crying as you slip away but I can't help you now.
Teardrop rain drops began to pour,
as the melancholy days count down.
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