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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.. ...

Nomad

She reads books,

Exchanges looks..

As she enters the land of freedom,
Likes every part of what she has become...
Compares with her past,
And falls in love with the contrast.
Away from the appalling crowd,
Following the direction were clouds take her...


As a Nomad...
She Chases every train,
Sits next to strangers..
Talks like a foreigner,
Her mood resonates to a day dreamer..
Until the journey comes to an end..
After which she is back to pretending..
to be an old dweller..
of the place she once came to visit..
As a traveler...  




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