ConflictA Poem by Senu JayasingheConflict, Reflection
Your sober spells
They don't seem to last more than 3 days Going out with friends you are always out in bad company No word if you are dead or alive, I'd say something But I don't have the right Because you are not mine... You are always saying "When do you expect to be married, not to me of course?!" "There's no telling anything until we meet" "Not to make attachments until something is confirmed" And I get what you are saying And I try to keep my distance Then you turn around and call me babe, my gem whatever else silly little word that comes to your mind That I know that you don't really mean So I'm trying to keep my distance Because this would be over soon And I don't want to be that silly little naive girl Again! Left behind... © 2024 Senu Jayasinghe |
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Added on January 31, 2024 Last Updated on January 31, 2024 Author
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