Category : Poems

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I think about the people who loved me,
  And whom I couldn't love back.
I feel guilty for making them sigh,
 I made them cry for my love.

 I don't choose love, 
  My heart presses the button
    Even when my brain says "no",
    It's obsessive, I can't stop it.

 My heart walks my feet here 
  And there behind them, 
  They don't even notice me.
   I screamed to my heart,
    Please stop this kind of  love,
    I'm really exhausted...

  I remembered the quote that said:
 "It's better to be in the arms 
 Of the one who loves you 
 Than at the feet of the one you love." 

The best thing is to love 
 And be loved in the same way.