In fits of your rage,
your fury, your blaze,
I wither sometimes ,
but honestly i don't mind,
Because i deem you my own,
My ally, my lone,
You water my roots,
Thus blooms my passion fruit,
Your colour changing moods,
Could cast a rainbow in the woods,
I cherish them all ,
They are parts of you after all,
But your silence is what cuts,
Like a knife through my core,
The air feels heavier,
And i can breathe no more,
Your eyes tell a story,
And your lips refuse to budge,
Sad,Disappointed,angry,
Please tell me how to judge,
I know I am a failure,
surely everyone thinks that too,
I know how you feel,
Because I am tired of myself too,
I won't ask for your love,
Deserving i am not,
But i hate this silence ,
And i miss you a lot..
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