Torn

can't really explain it..it's a feeling,
can't really contain it..it's reeling,
it's obvious,can't feign it..it's showing..

it's doesn't feel the same,
the smiles, the laughs, the blushes..
it's said to be just a game,
the past, the hurting memory flashes..
it's such an unstable frame,
indulging the dejavu of breaking glasses..

i wish to be with you every moment,
i wish to feel you feel the same,
i wish to rest on your chest as that ornament,
i wish you were here.,it's a shame.

what if i miss you too much,
what if i call you more than i should,
what if all i want is just your touch,
what if i want you alone..i wish you would!

nights have turned cruel,
my mind and heart in a toiling duel,
figure out where the line draws,
between a friend.,and a likely lover...

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