Loving you hurts,
But they said if it hurts it ain't love
But I feel safe around you,
If that isn't love then what is love?
Tell me what is that thing I feel every time you hold me called?
Should it be called a desire?
But I can fall asleep just by holding your hand,
Should I call it a dream?
But it felt more real than reality itself.
Yet there can never be you and me,
Maybe the word 'we' exist only in my world
As in yours it's always her,
I've seen her name in your heart written with the ink of love.
And I've seen mine too, but it was written with just a simple ink made with a simple little blue color.
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