Category : Poems

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You ask me to be the way I can't be,
 You tell me I have to change the way I am.  
You are eternally unhappy, I can't complain.
  When I try to get closer, you run.  

I would have things to say,
 But I don't want to fight.  
Maybe what I think,
 You can't see that right.

  Thoughts over thoughts, 
Avalanche of memories.
Sometimes I would like to say a few words, 
But I remain silent.

Every quarrel makes me think of the past,
 Every word thrown wrong hurts my thoughts.  Every heavy rain floods my soul,
 Leaving my soul drowned in blood.