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What's wrong with me?

A question I've asked many a time.

But now I ask it for a different reason

Because I never wanted to, but I'm thinking 'bout your eyes.

What's so wrong with that?

The leaves fall down like routine, 

Their colors crisp and brown. 

I want to freeze this moment

When November comes around. 

I wanted to be yours,

I wanted to feel you close. 

I didn't just want to be friends,

I wanted to be wrapped up in your clothes. 

Now that I am yours, 

He's just a friend,

And that is enough.

I know that fact for sure

And I'm certain he knows it too.

No matter what you say, 

Rosalind, with the bedroom of her heart.

Rosalind, laughing alone among beauty. 

The mirror was laughing at her,

Behind her, looking straight through her. 

Rosalind left and discovered writing.