You looked at her with yearning as if wanting to embrace her...
You said you liked her as if it was the purest feeling you've ever felt...
You chant her name in every prayers you made as if it was your last day...
But aren't you forgetting about something?
The stares you did made her felt as if she was about to be stripped.
The words you said made her felt as if she had an obligation to you.
The pleading you wished made her felt as if she died.
You forgot the most important matter...
The way she sees you in her eyes.
The way you are to her mattered!
You are just a selfish fool who forced himself!
And instead of earning her trust, you got her scorn.
A pitiful and disgusting person who thought it was love
But the truth is...
It's just the embodiment of wanting to possess someone...
Lust!
You had mistaken your feelings because you didn't stay true to yourself!
You had desecrated everything by justifying your illogical reasons.
A man who proclaimed himself as saint.
Someone called him the Nice guy
But behind that mask laid the filth he is.
A fuck boy!
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Seventh Sentiments
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