I live like I’m ok
With not having you in the ways
That I always wish I could
I pretend, when you’re with me
That I am filled with glee
Truth is I always long for something more…
I say that I love you with a grudge
Cause you don’t accept the true definition of my love
Even worse,
You don’t extend the same …
Yet still my love still remains
Evermore
You will always be my endless love…
Tunsie
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