Loving you is killing me slowly:
You're draining my energy;
Questions about you is a mystery,
And that kills me slowly.
Looking at you hurts my eyes:
You didn't know, I always cry.
You turned into a red sun,
I think I need a fan.
When I first met you,
You were so cold and blue.
You were like a snowflake floating in the air.
I had nothing to do, but to stare.
When we were in Iceland,
You willingly held my hand.
Does it mean I got your attention?
Or my affection?
When the winter ended,
You almost put me dead.
You may not notice,
That I couldn't resist.
It's not like you have every thing,
I also have feelings.
Were you always numb?
Or were you just acting numb?
Did you just hold my hand
Because of pity?
Or you did it
'Cause you loved me?
Please answer me,
If you don't,
I'll assume
You didn't love me.
I had many questions to ask;
To give sincere answers is your task.
Please look at me now,
I need your answers right now.
Written by: Silver Seagull
©raniel
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