I don't love you, and yet I fell so hard,
For your charm that it got my heart scarred.
I don't love you and yet I feel,
That you're the only ointment with which my scars will heal.
I don't love you but I know,
That you're my warmth, you're my snow,
I don't love you but you alone,
Can make my world smile which otherwise sits forlorn.
Only you can feel the pain my poetry writes,
Because you and I have the same war to fight;
A soul which feels; I want only you by my side,
Forever- till parallel worlds collide;
I don't love you, and I laugh at my own lie,
But you know it without even looking into my eye;
I don't love you, you know it too,
I don't love you, but then, how come I do?
~*~
26th February, 18.
12:04 am