Tuesday, November 8, 2011



And so you thought I was psycho.
Was it the depth of my eyes?
My quiet demeanor?
My disgustapated sighs?
Or the fact that I don’t smile
Except when it is true?
Smile completely,
Like when I am looking at you?
Fact is I don’t know 
And it kills me to reflect
Because I have to be me
I wouldn’t change or recheck,
The way I was towards you,
 I just gave you my heart,
Truth is I love you more,
Though you made choice to depart.
So I’ll go on without you,
In sadness and in truth, 
Because no words can explain,
This love that needs proof.
I’ll always be here for you,
Though I doubt that you’ll call,
Perhaps I’m just psycho,
Such conclusions I draw.

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