your second hand love
i can feel it from above
the more the deeper i look
shallow i feel as a cheap book
still i wait for u to show
the feeling that once used 2 glow
ur smell still makes me feel so good
but ur touch is a lie under the hood
am still walking the road along with u
may be i can keep up with u
as the yellow milestones make up my years
and the path covered with raindrop tears
your second hand love
i can feel it from above
a bleeding heart of a dead white dove
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