His Form Of Love
His Form Of Love
And it's you,
Hurting me again.
It gives you pleasure,
Eh?
I'll try finding happiness
In your pleasures.
Have you become heartless?
Or have I become a robot!
Maybe,
I'm used to you hurting me.
I might be shocked,
If you don't do so.
But,
I've seen your eyes,
Searching for me,
In the crowd,
Stealing glances.
I ask why?
Why hiding it from me?
Why expressing hate?
Is it your form of love?
I don't know what it is.
But even by hurting me,
At least you think of me.
And that's what,
I'm contented with.