Drawn to loves melancholy
like a moth to its deadly
flame. Waiting for the next time
when I meet you, and you look
through me…
You won’t acknowledge me
let alone my affection.
And the times that you do see me
you will not concede…
Maybe, somewhere, beneath
that crab shell, your heart
spares a beat for me.
Maybe, I’ll dare to dream
that you love me…
- Adi
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