A hard time at work,Hell in the train,
What pulls me through,
Is a thought of you.
Every time I imagine myself,
Fighting through my misery,
Walking past the fire,
Is all thanks to you.
I see you waiting for me,
With that enchanting smile of yours,
Believe me, it drains off,
All my pain.
I should confess my love,
To you more often,
And I need to tell you,
A lot many things more.
But I have always been bad with words,
And I know that still you understand me well,
I don’t know how anyone can be,
As lucky as me.
~ A Poem By Fizz
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