Category : Poems

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Busy, always busy, 

Longing for things 

That don't belong to me.
  Mind busy with old memories, 

I have no place in my heart for the present.
  I drown in my mouth the words I haven't said,

 The things I haven't done, still haunt me.  

Busy with things that have no value, 

The days decrease, the hours bury me.
I see you soon turn into

 I will never see you again.  

I love you too turn into

 I want to be alone.