Posted in Love, Poetry


Before we used to talk about non-sense things
Like what is happening in anything that we did
Laughing and teasing in jokes that we’ve made
Sometimes sharing our problems and serious things.
You tell me you love me
And letting me feel it in all the way
Expressing it in such tremendous way
And that’s why the thing i want to play.
I can’t tell you this directly
But it’s better to tell it to you frankly
Oh how difficult is it to pretend that i may
Not love you in the sense of everyday.


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