Untitled - Poem by Sheryl Barison
I know were done.
And it’s not going to make sense
If we tried over and over.
It makes our heart tired, hurt each other most.
I can’t figure out
If i still love you that much.
Because the pain lingers,
Anger is burning.
Its over as you always says.
Still I want to hear
And I’m waiting those words
To come out from you.
It is so confusing.
You end up without saying the reason why.
And never tell
That you don’t love me anymore.
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