You always say that you love her
Whenever I show that I care
For this love that I have is rare
But it's sad that your heart is bare
You always say that you're willing to wait
But whenever we meet you're an hour late
Indeed it was a bitter fate
I won't be loved at any rate
You always say that your heart is beating
Your lips aren't tired of smiling
Yet when I come, your face turns into frowning
And then smiles turn into sighing
Too bad, she's doing the same you're showing me
An unrequited love is a love that cannot be
It's like drowning in the middle of the sea
I've loved you, but then, she wasn't me.
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Ink and Letters
PoetryFor the mind thinks, the heart beats. For your imagination creates, your dreams debate. For smiles are endless, words are fearless. And the mess of ink on your hands builds a haven of rhymes, of love, of times. A collection of poems about love, life...
