Every time my hopes are high,
Always a case where fulfilment were nigh,
"Tumbling down it comes", I hear it cry,
My heart as it makes an expression so wry,
Wrenching it is but I have no other choice than to comply,
When this hope wishes to rekindle like the promise of a rainbow in the sky,
I have given up before, but my heart cannot lie,
Of the scarce but sweet memories of you in the months even before July,
Or even the way you say hi,
Leaving a taste of joy and hope which is so sly,
Burning you off when you get too close like the fire burns the attracted fly,
I sometimes wonder why'd I even try,
So do I or do I not say goodbye,
For this is the last chance I'll ever give my heart to you before it loses it foci.
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