So small gestures
made me look up to you
with a fountain oozing of love,
How it disguised into askance
and a look of distrust,
How it went to and fro
between anger and disappointment.
I don't know why was your conscience
so shallow and words that hollow,
That it spilled
all the unconditional love to pity,
So much that
now these emotions have ceased,
But are still addicted,
To Laugh At You! !
Aloud
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