Don't Call it Love?

Don't look at me,

Don't call my name,

Don't make me feel,

Like I'm just the same. 

If you look at me,

Touch or break,

I'd make a promise, 

Never back I could take.

The lingering glances,

The lack of touch,

Don't you see,

I'm falling back into your hands clutch.

My hearts beating,

As I wait patiently along,

Waiting for you to finish your games,

So I can carry on my lively song.

You look at me,

With such intensity, 

Yet you loop your arms around her hips,

It seems your attitude has a certain propensity

I can always wish,

And always hope,

That I'll be the one you'll love.

But hoping is not enough. 

The End

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