Why (original poem) rate it from 1-5

where to go, what to do,
i sit here thinking about you
behind this window, so cold.
makes me feel lifeless and old

but the thought of you
stirs up my mind
you think of me,
that springs me to life.
now not so old and full of hype.

do you want my hand?
hold it for a second,
then let it go?
you took my hand
why do you keep on smiling?
why would you want to hold my hand?
why haven't you let it go?
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