I don't love you
It's like a beast swallowing me whole
It hurts, it burns
But it pumps up my heart
You could describe it as love
But not me, its lust I feel
For I am not able to hold such an emotion as love
It's lust I feel
Every inch, every second
I'm not capable to love
To hold
To charish
It's lust I feel
It's only temperary
It's only lust
And nothing else
I can not provide you
With anything more
Because lust is lust
And love is love
I do NOT love you
I lust you. That's all I'm able to feel
I DO NOT love you,I repeat it once more
I DO love you
What more could I wish for?
For you to love me back?
At last you don't
For only thing you feel for me
Is lust, you see?
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