Sickness

I'm sick of you, 
Tired of trying, 
In love with your lies, 
A mind-made paradise, 
I made for myself, 
All sugar coated with your colourless words, 
That I dipped in my false hope

I'm sick of you, 
Dreaming of restarting, 
If I had the choice, 
I would love with you in both lives, 
Open your chained colours, 
Your broken life, 
Incomplete of love, by your restricting mind

I'm sick of myself, 
Falling for your deceitful eyes, 
A void covered by layers of veils, 
When will I learn? 
Drowning in my quixotic desires, 
I await you, 
To hear your voice again, 
To melt under your gaze again, 
To smile at your jokes again, 
To embrace you, never let go
I guess, I'll never learn... 
Fail and fail again...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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