Why do I always have to hear your name?
Are feelings same and old?
It's a bit of hate love it's insane.
Made the wind grew cold.
Say it, why are you so hard to forget?
Everywhere I go I see your face.
Some kind of black magic I bet.
Still, am in a broken hearted phase.
Why not all questions have answers?
Why can't we lie?
Why does truth have to be always brighter?
We always leave, we say goodbye.
Why, after years, I still find it hard,
To look for someone new?
I tried to mend it but my heart is still apart.
I'm waiting, when will this feeling due?
9/23/15
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Hurled Thoughts
PoetryWe hurl thoughts like we breathe every gust of wind... To the words never spoken. To the thoughts I have forgotten.
