Love is Lonely

To my Dear Alex Stimpfl

To my Dear Alex Stimpfl
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I fell for you crazily
But I don’t want to tell.
It feels like
I don’t feel well.
My mind’s going out-of-whack
It wants you to know.
But I cannot tell
Besides, there’s no one to sell.
Unless you’d say
You wanna know.
Then
I might tell you today.