The desire to be loved by you
Is taking place like the flame inside my skin.
The way this flame remembers every touch
Is something of which this brings the remainder.
Though I hope to be loved by you,
But somewhere I know your infatuation
Will end with the flames
While mine will remain till eternity.
There's been times I wanted to cross every line,
Cause no one made it feel this way,
The way you did.
Remembered your hand on the places it shouldn't be,
But what could I have said
When it brought those flames which nobody could?
Though you're the fear and I don't care,
But still, I do.
I fear the tragic end after loving someone
Cause I don't want to lose you
In the hands of a third person.
You told me you're like a mirror,
Loved the people the way they do,
But I know someday when you'll fall
For someone by yourself,
The existence of people like me seems nothing.
You said I melt you,
Making it feel like you're the only charm in this world,
But I swore that's what I feel,
That's how I feel.
Sometimes I wonder if I can take that heart of yours
With these words,
But I'm afraid I can't,
Cause love isn't in my fate.
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Tales Of Hopeless Romantics: Imperfect Poetic Journey Of Love And Life
Poetry"My love was as cruel as my nightmares, and it was as beautiful as my daydream, which never dare to turn itself into reality, neither did it ever ended like a daydream, the agony kept hanging me like that of half hope, the hope kept hanging me like...
