Stolen Moments
A passing touch exciting me
A kiss in the dark when no one can see
A hug disguised as 'platonic' intimacy
All stolen moments between you and me
Stolen they are because you see
Not one of them belong to me
It seems i'm just your fantasy
Until you get back to your reality
You belong to her, such is my tragedy
You'd come to me when you are needy
I do not turn you away, though obviously
You will never leave her to be with me
Breakaway and set myself free
For I no longer want to be your fantasy
Though at times I may seem happy
These stolen moments are killing me.
Ayesha M.
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