AS THE HEART BEATS

THE VICIOUS CYCLE

That summer afternoon,
I was having a good time,
When a friend of mine asked
“Don’t you write anymore?”
“Well”, I replied
“I can’t write stuffs I don’t feel”
As we hung up, I remembered,
Those days, when I felt
Both hate and love,
And when I wrote.
Before I was over him,
Before I forgot his memories.

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I jumped off the bed,
Retrieving my dairy,
Reading all the poems I had written,
When I used to write,
And one at a time,
The memories can back again.
And I cried, as I used to cry,
I cried in a long time.
Not for those memories; No,
I have cried enough for them,
I cried of self-pity.

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Because I knew,
I was trapped,
In this vicious cycle,
Of struggling to forget,
and wanting to remember,
For I knew.
I was doomed forever,
In your love; By your love.

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Hey everyone...

Thanks for reading. Well, It's Thursday and there is another poem. Do let me know how it is.

And Casey, your payment. Thanks for the awesome cover pic.