Treasure Island

Fareez Nasir

(2 April 1995 / Singapore)

Not Me Without You


You don't know me
I'm not that guy
To wipe your tears
If you were to cry

I'm not that type
To hold your hands
I don't know what it is
To have romance

I'm not the one
To send you texts
Probably not this day
Nor the next

I'm not there always
I pass by with time
I remember you always
But I only appear sometimes

My words aren't sweet
The ones that melt you
I'm plain boring
But I don't sugarcoat truth

I've no commitment
I'm always on the move
But I stay loyal
So I'm not on the loose

But I'm nothing
If it's not for you
I didn't mention love
But you know I do

2014

Submitted: Friday, January 24, 2014
Edited: Saturday, January 25, 2014

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