But darling, He feels lust and calls it love Plants a tree and calls it an orchard Breaks a heart and calls it art Swears that he will stay and calls it the truth... When he leaves you, Tsunamis of tears will crash over your body Simultaneously streaming from your soul in waves even greater than his ego... He could never have truly loved you, darling... *Not in the way that I do.
Sometimes, It's better to keep silent, Than to tell others what you feel, Because, It hurts badly when you come to know that, They can hear you, But can not understand.