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YOU DON’T KNOW HOW IT FEELS!
You don’t know how it feels,
To love someone,
And see them holding hand with another,
Telling them how you feel and they don’t provide an answer,
Calling them daily but they don’t even text.
You don’t know how it feels,
To sacrifice much for someone,
Who will never treasure the worth of the sacrifice,
Who will never see you as one to matter.
You don’t know how it feels,
To drop a tear for someone,
Who will spit saliva as appreciation,
Who will throw dust before your name.
You don’t know how it feels,
To fall in love,
To be taken for granted,
To be treated as a ghost.
We decide to be eccedentesiast,
Hiding before our bliss activities,
Avoiding to be so recluse,
You don’t know how it feels.
© STEPHAN WISSA
To love someone,
And see them holding hand with another,
Telling them how you feel and they don’t provide an answer,
Calling them daily but they don’t even text.
You don’t know how it feels,
To sacrifice much for someone,
Who will never treasure the worth of the sacrifice,
Who will never see you as one to matter.
You don’t know how it feels,
To drop a tear for someone,
Who will spit saliva as appreciation,
Who will throw dust before your name.
You don’t know how it feels,
To fall in love,
To be taken for granted,
To be treated as a ghost.
We decide to be eccedentesiast,
Hiding before our bliss activities,
Avoiding to be so recluse,
You don’t know how it feels.
© STEPHAN WISSA
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