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Too Much Love

 I have been too much in love, to see the sorrow it hides.. I have seen pain, while love grows insane, I have cried all night, when all I wanted was to end the fight..   I have been too much in love, to see the lack of depth inside.. I have seen smiles, that don’t mean anything, I have seen teardrops, that fall and deny, I have seen broken pieces, scattered everywhere, when all I wanted was someone to hold me together..   I have been too much in love, to ignore the poison that kills one side.. I have slept through open eyes.. waiting on responses, I have kept withholding the lies.. sitting at the table for hours, I have seen myself vanquishing, trying to fit into a dress I will never wear.. when all I wanted was someone to stop treating me as a spare..   I have been too much in love, look at how obsessive this all sounds.. I hope when you read it, you still find me around.. amidst empty cups dusting a shelf, with a picture frame, of us still looking at each other.. ...

Tired

Feets tired …
But they prefer walking.
Lips dried..
But they prefer talking.
Eyes made a childish glide..
Innocently as they slide.
A search beside blinding.
Face lied..
As they prefer looking.
Fingers polite..
Reciting disorder.
Nervous tremble..
Voices mumble..
Tiring blends..
Trying offends.
Once or twice it pretends..
Soon quenching the thirst..
With a sudden outburst.
Getting wet..
The walk gets slippery..
As washed off is the spider web..
And the stuck wasp fled freely.

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