Sometimes I don’t want your love, your kiss, your embrace, your touch
Don’t be too sweet, it’s disgusting
I want to be free from your insecurities
Your strictness confines me, so suffocating, interrogating
Sometimes I longed for solitude and be free like a bird, to fly and explore something new, far away from you
Sometimes I’m scared
But your kind of love only comes around Sometimes.
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