When your lips yearned to feel his touch,
Wasn't it an old void, thirsty and forlorn?
When you behold the urge to grab his hand,
Wasnt it your palms, that felt empty alone?
When you waited to meet him every night,
I suppose your loneliness dragged your drive,
I see no act of love in this
I clearly see, that it wasn't about him,
Something that you couldnt see through,
darling, it was always about you.
When he drew your waist close to his,
Your chests touched and were about to kiss
A desire planted before u met that person
So easily which u termed affection
I see no act of love in this
I clearly see, that it wasn't about him,
Something that you couldnt see through,
darling, it was always about you.
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