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Insensitive

Why is the one thing that keeps me awake in my bed...
Are the words not from your heart...
But from your head
It's so puzzling you see....
Insensitive just isn't you
But the words keep repeating..
In my mind...
Yes, they do

You humbly apologize....
With a hand on your heart
Yet still to this day...
I sit awake torn apart
You speak of your love...
And how much of it you give
So tell me what have I done...
To turn you insensitive

~THE FLOWING PEN~









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