I never wrote poems
In my diary,
If I wrote
I tored into
many pieces
And buried
Just like the feelings
Cause am afraid and
Don't want anyone
To know
What I feel inside

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These letters are not for you
They are for my aching heart and
For my gloomy soul

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It's been long since the sun's set
I'm restless that you are not home yet
Don't know why these eyes wet
I Won't call you to come back soon
I know you're struck and
Can't get me out of this trap
Maybe it hurts more because
You are not here to slap me
For that Iam Here waiting for you
In this empty mansion, that
My cries haunts me

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I was good enough!

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There are more than a few scribbled lines
That written within my notebooks for you
Words that I have written over and over again
And still more number of verses in my head
Few are stamped on paper and few in my heart
All I could spot in my head is you

I write it for you with
The love beyond the universe
At 5:51 pm on Friday,
Just before it gets too dark
To know that you are safe
Awaiting your return like an open door
Yearning for you to walk through again and again

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