All the truths, all the untruths
all lies, all the white lies
uttered lay bare on my palms
Should I say stay
or bid farewell with a silent look
I don't want to call myself a liar
a hypocrite
or a simple cheat, in that case
words wont express the lone regrets
or the darkest wounds
which I bare in my heart
since I have already shed tears
that stars do
in summer rains.
Or should I say the last farewell
without sorrow
if it makes you smile
at last,
delivers you.
I, a living corpse
mummified in my own
solemn idiocies
cocooned in your memories
sadness incarnated
looking for an excuse
to extend this gloomy business of living...
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