Your Love Is Needless When Surface of My Sea Is Quiet
Constantly misunderstood
doesn't mean I hate them
or they don't love me
we are just oil and water
incapable to make perfect emulsion
even though trying hard is not questionable
at the each end we walk out divided
continuously misinterpreted
race against your walls
leaves me in bruises
which drag out mine worst
and I can't stand those mirrors where
your perception of me becomes my reflection
words are metamorphosed in winging daggers
I'm always the one with apple on the top of the head
confidence that you are trained not to hurt me
doesn't decrease sorrow for your choice of the game
you know
I'm wearing that apple deliberately, but you ...
have you got valour for envision
how far is it from my ceasing to stand still?
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