It’s not phobia
It’s not about taking chances
It’s not about desire
It’s not about me
It’s about you, giving me all the needed care
The firm one-time holding hand, the warmth hugs, the longing eyes,
the desired stares and the sweet moments together.
It’s not about taking chances
It’s not about desire
It’s not about me
It’s about you, giving me all the needed care
The firm one-time holding hand, the warmth hugs, the longing eyes,
the desired stares and the sweet moments together.
You had somehow cruelly and magically made me falling for you eventually.
Time goes on and realizing you are drifting away. Realizing you are scared, realizing you
are lying to yourself……realizing you are being unfair to me.
It’s not about forgetting
It’s about despite some of your craps that had affected my feelings,ironically you are still
a dear friend in my heart.
Love can be withdrawn and hidden in a strange way…. And still much craved and needed.
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