By Hidayat Ullah
The way I developed feelings for you
The way I managed to get in touch with you
The way you gave me an overwhelming response
All was indeed beyond my expectations
But the way you spurned me at last is really unforgivable
It doesn’t hurt me why aren’t we in touch anymore
See I won’t beg for love by relentlessly knocking at your door
I could get it from somewhere in someway
But again!
I insist to know the reason?
Tell, otherwise I would jump to the logical conclusion that you are devoid of feelings
Stoic and dead from inside
The way I developed feelings for you
The way I managed to get in touch with you
The way you gave me an overwhelming response
All was indeed beyond my expectations
But the way you spurned me at last is really unforgivable
It doesn’t hurt me why aren’t we in touch anymore
See I won’t beg for love by relentlessly knocking at your door
I could get it from somewhere in someway
But again!
I insist to know the reason?
Tell, otherwise I would jump to the logical conclusion that you are devoid of feelings
Stoic and dead from inside
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