Sad Love


Every time the phone rings,
I hope it’s her
Yet I don’t tell her
How much I want her.

Every time the doorbell rings,
I hope it’s her at the front door
Yet I don’t tell her to come over.

Every passing minute I think of her,
How much I miss her
Yet I don’t wanna tell myself so,
Accept I want her back.

This thing I have in me,
This sad feeling of love
The lethargy and lassitude,
Since the day of her no more saw
Is killing me….
Sad this love is. 

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