You say

Fickle king, man of my heart

don’t know even a part

of who I am, no use being sorry..

There’s not a single worry

as I don’t want you.


And you don’t know

all the things I think about you

You don’t know

of the thought behind this smile

You don’t know

never owned me, not even for a while…


Good don’t know

So the words you impart appologetically

the things you do cowardly

the life you lead to impress

Nothing matters, because I never regress.


But I have to forgive, as You never stood a chance

And My confession is: I knew from the very first glance.



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