Sex means so little, yet I don’t give myself to anyone.
For you, I’ll trade the halo.
Feelings means so much, yet I express them with anyone.
For you, I’ll leave it at “hello.”
The idea of love; has left.
The idea of trust; is gone.
The idea of feelings; do not exist.
Yet, somehow.
I still get butterflies and my heart beats when I see your name.
I still remember the first day we met.
I still feel the same way I felt.
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