You do not see what I see.
You do not feel what I feel.
Wrong you were.
To say that love takes two to tango.
Wrong I was.
To think that you can see beyond beauty.
To allow myself to fall in your trap.
Of kind words and false compliments.
Mind you,
I've loved by myself,
unseen,
unrequited.
No returns.
But what you don't see.
Say not what you do not know.
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