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...
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Eisha Shahzad
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