A constant feeling of your touch, with nothing else to choose;
But when I look at you, you find me cutting loose.
And then the things about us, I choose to despise;
Until I get caught, in your brown seductive eyes.
As I lie down, trying to feel your touch on me;
Some coincidences I relook for, but still can't see.
If I have to tell you everything I've learnt;
And the truth I quash, despite getting burnt.
I miss your words, as much as I miss you;
My pain yet to surface, camouflaged but true.