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A Question

Why do you tease me,
By staring in my eyes?
Your mind’s still elsewhere,
What you’re saying is lies!

While I lack the strength,
To say it in your face;
You know what I’m thinking,
Cause you can see the trace;

Of the question building,
From nothing in my mind,
Still, for answering that,
A proper time you don’t find;

And you let me drown,
In the ocean of confusions;
As I try to breath and float,
By making out conclusions;

Of the language that your,
Eyes speak when they stare;
Why do you play such games?
This will lead us to nowhere!

Comments

Quaintzy Patchez said…
Youre an awesome poet :D

keep that up

both the poems were great!! :)

see you!
Thursday, October 18, 2007 8:55:00 PM
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