Love is a crime
Love is a crime,
love is a flaw
love is a lie.
Love makes your heart skip a few beats,
love takes your breath away.
Love, I want them back.
Love stabs you in the back,
and then fixes you up again.
Love is a crime
Love tears you apart and aids you again,
never truly preparing you for the pain you're going to face.
Love is a crime.
I've never been in love,
I've only been a bystander.
Watching his eyes as she walks by.
It's torture,
sweet torture.
Love is a crime.
When I die,
I'll receive my first bouquet.
Not cherished by me but my grave.
The first tears for me will be taken when I die,
I never wanted them to cry,
I just wanted to be remembered.
Happiness was a feeling I'd got used to not having,
love was a feeling I never felt,
Love is merely a crime.
Young and naive,
is something I've never been called.
Never been in love always been apart.
Love is a crime.
Copyright © devita bhatia | Year Posted 2024
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