poem 21

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Your love ..
Made me grin like a Cheshire cat
Selflessly selfish but I guess I was too weak to carry the bagge that you had ..?

Your love ..
painful more than the happiness it harbours
Tortured by the silence of your lips that just murmurs

Your pain ..
Screams in silence with echo that never ends
Ashamed was I to even dare to do something that could help the broken heart mend .

Your pain ..
Which I was blind to notice in the fool's paradise
Perhaps perplexed with your distance that I didn't know if I should fight or flight

Your Distance
When you stopped me from taking a step ahead
So I started talking to you in my diary instead .

Red faced ..
I was when I had put my heart into words ..
made your silence even more of a torment than the damage I did to you with my words.

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