My dying love
The more days I spend talking to you
The more,my love for you fades.
My heart beats quieter seeing
Your eyes once stars, dim.
Your voice a sweet tone
that carried honey.
Now bitter.
I still love you,
but I don't want you.
Your hapless actions-
Fill me with guilt.
I don't know what to do,
you ask once more
"Is this love true?"
The question hurts
as I can't even look at you.
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