I laughed, you laughed.
I loved, you didnt.
I smiled, you smiled.
I cared, you didnt.
I knew it'll hurt,
May be that is what I wanted.
I knew I'll cry,
May be that is what I wanted.
And when my heart aches,
I feel good.
It makes me believe it is still there,
still my connoisseur.
I feel it.
Selfish to be an artist,
Hurt to gain.
Selfish to be a human,
Reason to fail.
Love is a word,
Yet to define.
Artist is the one,
Yet to be loved.
I laughed , you laughed.
I loved, you loved.
I smiled, you smiled.
I cared, you cared.
Then, life is a word,
Yet to understand.

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