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Tuesday, 29 September 2020

Word's weal


Your embittered words echoing in my head
 giving me a heartache
 Nightmares have stolen my sleep
so gripping my own hands to betake

You ruptured over my head
your well being  was the only my mistake
As the days passes by 
temper began to fray
Everything you saw now was opaque
Questioning my dignity 
If I am true or fake
Or if have made an effort for our love's sake

But anything clear is the weal of  words
which you gave or i take
You who never thought of me 
What I feel what I say
look you are asleep and  still i am awake

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