Secret Admirer
I Days begin to pearch as the calls begin to roll through, I left it unpicked but responded to the text coming through. I placed the footprint in my heart and retard the fingerprint. II I chew off your name like the air in me, I pledged my allegiance to your lies and bear no witness to your truth, I handled your love as nothing and treat your hate like jewelry. III I live my life unconsciously and it turns you off consciously, You feel i do not care, but i still know your birthday. You feel i care, but i still can't remember your flavorite song. IV I set my focus on your errors and ignore your perfection, You accused me of this but I'm still not aware of it. But now it appears i broke your heart, And within me it's not something i planned, For my candle couldn't see beneath itself, And the more i rip you off till the end. V Now all i feel within me is there's a lover somewhere, Unknown admirer that is unknown to me, Or known admirer yet unknown to me. VI My apologies i relay to you for the time past, My mistakes i wish i could withdraw, The truth I've aired to you where ever you may be, For someone else will love you back, But someone isn't me! . Thomas Oluwatosin © Fearless Lines
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