You shove away my feelings
And I still love you,
You drown my dwindling hope
And I still love you,
You push me to grey that awaits to envelope me
And I still love you,
Every time you settle a score unfair
That makes me cry in despair
Love is what multiplies within,
Like it could be born out of even rage,
Single handedly I wrestle with expectations
And love is born of each combat within;
How hapless is my love towards you,
Like I feel a chuckle from within that taunts me
And repeats, challenging me, 'I still love!'
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