Treasure Island

Onaiza Simeen


Don't love me so much


My Love,
Don’t love me so much,
I have lost and lost and lost
I have nothing to give but tears
Of my lost, agonized years.

I cannot ever hate you
You are my only little baby
I cannot but love you
Its for you I still survive
Beggars cannot be choosers
But bankrupts cannot be losers
I am a stoic, a stone, a silence
I throttle my voice that shrieks
I have lost and lost and lost
What can I really give?

Ask me to die for you
I shall do it with a smile
But don’t give me hopes that fail
Don’t play upon my heart
I want to hide in your bosom
And cry and cry and cry
And tell you how much you mean to me
And without you I shall die.

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Submitted: Sunday, December 10, 2006
Edited: Tuesday, December 07, 2010

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