Unrestrained Feelings
I thought it was my intuition
It turned out to be my illusion
Now it prevails in my imagination
I thought we could have a story
But it became only my history
And now I’m winding around in this misery
I keep going back to that evening
Where I kept pretending
And you kept turning
I thought I was wining
Over my emotions and feelings
But a mere sight of you and I’m again suffering
-Spica
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