He doesn't even step,
On my shadows on hearth,
Am I such a whore,
That even my refection lure,
And to defy the call,
The dirty desperate call.
Is it why he stays away,
The distance in our way.
Truth sometimes so harsh,
That it can sink you in a marsh,
I can blame it all on fate,
The reason for all his hate.
He is afraid he will love me,
To smoothen, to me I lie,
Will the situations ever clear,
So I can produce the smile I wear.
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"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." -J.K.Rowling.
Written by my tumbling life.
~Chaahat
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