Complicated Love

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To me it’s quite tough
To get that light laugh
To get the least love
When all you do is quarrel
Never look me in the eyeball
Never give me a smile
You forever smirk.

It feels odd
To hold a conversation
When words are not heard
To stretch ma’ hand and touch
When ma’ hand is leprous.

I find it hard to look at you
When the cold in ya’ eyes
Freezes me from a mile away
I find it quite hard
To love a complicated heart
To have a complicated love.

Yester night you loved me
In the morning you doubted
In the evening you no more love me
I find it quite hard-hitting
To love a complicated heart.

I always tell you I love you, care for you
Maybe I don’t show
Maybe you don’t know
You tell me I’ve another love
And that you’re leaving
And this is your decision
And there’s nothing I can do.

You can have it ya’ way baby
For it seems quite exigent
To love a complicated heart
To have a complicated love
If you want to go alone
My love will always remain
‘Coz even though ya’ love is complicated
I have learnt how to love a complicated heart
Here wit’ me you have a home.

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